(And with this, my 2011 April Poem-A-Day is complete!)
I came traveling on roads
through rows of eucalyptus,
must have done so,
more than once I looked
like a fool to be traveling
through eucalyptus
I came with bud caps
caught in my shoe treads,
came with the jagged
eucalyptus smell
Of course I am like the trees
bent over by wind and heat,
able to be chopped at the root
and grow back again,
but I am also like the road,
and the traveling,
and like the looking over
of my shoulder,
very much like the looking,
but very much like the trees.
