April 30th

(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.