An oak tree nestles in the flank of a hill
where there’s a facing hill with an oak tree and a hill beyond.
Spit shine on the roof of new automobiles,
crushed clunkers in netting on flatbed trucks,
acres of sunflowers sold for seeds,
shopping malls checkered with need and desire and plastic cups,
telephone poles vibrating in the whine of windmills,
an oleander traffic divider
shouldering red and white exhaust.
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