Stillness

 

Stillness
A tractor tire
Still for years
Outside an old country store
The tractor is now a figure
Of the store
Should have a name
A huge tire, too
Big pine trees all around
Donating their needles
Onto the tractor
Onto the tire
I wonder how long these needles have been there?
Like a blanket
They keep the tractor warm
Stillness
They just sit
Those needles
On a ledge of the tire
Stacked like pick-up-sticks
Probably will be there
Until a heavy wind comes through
This winter
And the blanket will be blown off
Oh, the chill
Oh, the stillness
Stillness