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Separation by Tar
By: LivingDeadGirl

On my left birch trees wait nervously,
swaying in unison to the wind’s lonesome serenade.
Dressed to the nines in silvery white sleeves and
black shadow tuxedoes, they stand waiting for a partner
under a sparkling disco ball of moonlight.
On my right, garbed in deep greens fringed with lace,
fir trees giggle among themselves, occasionally
making eyes at the birches across the evening ball room.
Power lines hum a somber tune of misery and separation,
the only songs they know how to play.

I pass this melancholy ball on my way to classes.
Nothing ever changes; they always listen to the same sad tune.
Unable to circle in grand dances or mingle freely on the sides,
these birches and firs are forever separated by the unfeeling tar
of a two lane road joining towns together.

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