- Carol Everett Adams
This is my purposefully-vague summary of a couple of evenings I spent in Sedona years ago watching for UFOs.
This poem is only published here.
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The wind through the tallest pines
is like the sound of a busy freeway, far away,
vehicles cutting across each peak in a hurry
to reach the next one. Those trees
are having a dance party, an awakening,
right up there on that road, naked,
like no one is watching. But
just after sunset, when I turn with hope
toward the traffic much higher,
something on its way to somewhere
on a better path jumps up & down: "I see you!",
not hearing me shout back, from inside its small craft.