Fairview Ave

Over ethereal haze of traffic and urban homes
the evergreens tower, but fade
to something less than backdrop,
vague notions of nature beneath the daily Real.
As we coast with complacent frustration through custom
their majestic singular green
blurs behind like highway passing lanes in the night;
but two minutes beneath the swaying scented pines
pull me back to my senses like a ghost into a body,
and all the invaluable infrastructure cracks like dried mud,
falls away before our living breathing bodies