The Oak Tree Near the Turnpike

The Oak Tree Near the Turnpike R The Oak Tree Near the Turnpike is Reaching for The place where It can never be The tree Dropping leaves As it Listens to A crystal radio Of silence. The wind agrees; The flowers have an Appointment With forever And Summer Tastes like lemonade Mixed with Madness. So sing the Philisophical sparrows Teaching lessons To the foggy Forgettable Fog. Now. Nothing moves. It's the Sabbath of The Rain The Cool Considerations And light And prisms And verbs Of course; But no exclamation points. That would be work. Tire treadmarks mark The park marked No Parking Joy Rains Slippery Adjectives On Rocks And their Unsafe Surfaces While the Smoke of bad ideas Curls about the house And falls asleep. Ivy And its Touches Tell Sentimental Stories To the Morning Glories And grasshoppers Fly Doing Mathematical gymnastics Near the Yellow line In the middle of the Who do you think you are? Turnpike.