Tuesday, September 12, 2006

The Red Lobster Tree

I noticed it standing there
ever so quietly
the tree in the parking lot of the Red Lobster

I commented on its presence
its perfect form

a simple sign of nature’s existence
in a sea of asphalt
no tire swing hangs
in its embrace
the occasional toothpick
tossed at its feet

my companions think it funny
that I make note of this tree
in the parking lot of Red Lobster
they wager I will write a poem about it

they win

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Katie, I love this poem. I glad they wagered...and won...!...so we could all enjoy the result of the bet!