Driving along I64,
Staring at them all.
My eyes-
They get lost
they get taken by those tall Virginia pines.
It starts out with a few, than there are too many too admire.
They pull me in, pull me in quick
Needles at my back, arms and legs.
I tumble, turn, toss, find up then lose down
I'm in a hurricane of evergreen bouncing and being thrown from one tree to another
Playing with me like a ball.
I laugh, then they laugh and they all laugh again only louder and darker each time.
I close my eyes and feel the warmth of the sun breaking through the tangled titan of branches and limbs
They stop.
I stop.
I lay still, on back
branches like a hammock
Face heating up from the heroic setting sun
Eyes open-
My eyes
They get lost,
They get taken
they get taken.
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