A Crayon Box of Trees

there
in the cut
human-handmade
marking the boundaries
of the gap we make for our
day-to-day nice necessities to travel
from here to there and beyond – utilitarian
utilities and poles to hold and bear
them – there – in that space
place the flying saws
make are the
trees
left and
left behind
soldiers in form
formation attention
no at ease for these watchers
who watch only each other and wait
for nothing – perfect in their
one-sided symmetry
a crayon box of
trees