Two pines side by side
Standing in a hedge of snow.
Thin afternoon sunlight
on the straight sides that have spent every moment
mirroring one another,
measure for measure since sapling days,
a matched set with pavement at their feet.
Unmovable as we fly past,
companions on the grey-spoked winter highway,
two travelers with our knees bent
through curves of ghostly birch and incurious evergreen.
My heart catches for a moment on the symmetry of that
simple pair
so still by the roadside.
As we pass I turn to the seat beside me
And see your eyes on their distant stance
a smile on your lips
as you watch those two pines
in the rearview mirror.
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