Power lines

Power lines, trees, and the human condition

My lover hates power lines
the way they barge through his sky,
as if he were the owner.
Still he hates them. Distracts him.
His mind spins a bit faster with
the buzz in the air.

Though he does love the trees
the way they scent his air,
as if he holds special claim.
They calm him. Lending shade
without a thought.

Not like people
with their penchant
for measuring this and that.
He doesn't care for them.
Rightfully so with the corner tree
struck clean through it's middle
with power lines.
As if man had finally
gotten his fingers
in every bowl .