the living bypass

I loom my arms, long and bark
Over the breezy bypass
Spectating
colors race by, with
Use of my green eyes

I cough up dust, it
Darkens my flesh, but
All I can do is gawk, at
These creatures,
whatever you are –
A constant flow of color –
Gliding across
smooth black path
In an instant, gone
While I am who I am
Only moved
By winds and rain,
Confined to my home

Forever the colors bleed together
my lazy eyes start to drift
until I hear screeching cries,
a sudden smack startles me
You are revealed, and
Dent my brother Spruce,
He keels over at the punch
In focus, more distinct –
Not just a color—
You are a machine,
Unnatural, now unmoving
And fatal to my kin.

Your relatives slow down,
And stare. Then speed on.


Note: I have quite a number of poems to post here and apologize for my lack of attention to this blog. Now that my poetry class is over, this blog will help encourage me to continue to go back and revise my poetry as well as encourage new material. Always feel free to leave constructive criticism. That's what this blog is all about.