Floating Poem by Justin Baker

Trees like nervous people,
greedy with their land,
half light, half dark,
the looming stage,
a ballet takes place just over head,
only aware of the constant beat,
the sound, repititious tap,
green trees overjoyed,
popping daises overflow,
striking booms,
dramatic scenes,
sluggish performance,
scattered broken, over space,
each unique to a wandering eye,
lost in a theater,
losing the place,
all the matters is the part to come next,
the slow always rythm,
then nothings left for anyone,
like nothing ever happened,
like nothing ever will.