There were maples there
The scrubby roadside type--
Creeping habitual maples
That hide and cover man-trash.

A twisted twiggy roadside hedge
With mutant star-shaped leaves--
Earth-stars that change their hue
With the seasons;

Silent, watching stars
Who know and often whisper
Of those who thumb their knows
At Eternity.

02/10/1997

Author's Note: Logan Canyon near Zanavoo Lodge

Posted on 04/22/2009
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