Four Cypresses

Instead of moving

You stared into the wall

Tangled up in a pile

It's early

Make no sound

Living in a pile

It's chaos but it works

Planes flying overhead so early

Dreadful sound

Four cypresses seen from a neighbor's yard

No memory, a future

Drawing down

Planes flying overhead so early

Make no sound

Four cypresses torn from the roadside

Great thundering noise from the hillside

Some thousands of years built it up

Some crumbling form to be torn down

Living in a pile

Tangled in a pile

It's chaos but it works