Look Up

The wind through the tallest pines

is the sound of a busy freeway

cutting across the peak in a hurry

to reach the next one. Those trees

love their fleeting dance party

right up there on that road, naked,

like no one is watching. But

just after sunset, when we turn with hope

toward the traffic much higher,

something on its way to somewhere

on a higher path dances, too, in tribute.

"I see you!" it shouts, not hearing

from way up there, from inside its small craft.

#UFO #pines #highdesert #Arizona


Midwest USA

©2019 by Carol Everett Adams