Catalpa

Not fashionable like an aspen
or weather proud like a cedar,
even the birds seem to like
other places to say their lines.

Leaves like dinner plates,
seed pods like under arm hair,
the magnolia tree next door
is a gaudy country singer
while you shrug your droopy
shoulders and try to line dance.

The commuter shuttle planes
fly low here during the summer months
approaching the airport into the wind.
Looking down one time
I saw you wave your dinner plate hands like Elvis
and knew that home and family
and a glass of Oregon Pinot were not far away.

Hitler rebuilt his country in four years
but super men and world domination
usually leads to not enough to eat
and uncomfortable places to sleep.
Maybe if he had planted catalpas
instead of so many arrogant linden trees.

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