Airplane

I like to imagine the New Jersey landscape as untouched;
I like to picture all of the hills and waterways saved from
discarded water bottles and candy wrappers,
hushed away from the roar of
trucks driving by on the overpasses.

I see deer running alongside the parkway,
they leap after one another and in my mind
I create an endless wood for them to stretch and jump
as they please,
their grace is accentuated by the quiete calm of the forest.

I like to imagine all of the communities are deleted from this planet,
huge houses filled with rooms unused are snapped out of reality and in their place,
the pine barrens,
thriving and growing,
curling,
burning as they please,
as the earth would naturally have them burn
and regrow.
spiny stalks grow sideways from the brown ground,
trees snapped in half leaning on themselves.
these guard rails to not belong,
these SUVs,
minicoopers,
mercedes,
they are metal aliens cheapening the
extravagance of the most beautiful organism.
They are not made of the same stuff as we,
as the animals scurrying up the broken trees,
as the mushrooms growing between the pine needles blanketing the ground,
as the pine needles themselves.
all we are is stars;
how has Everyone forgotten?