pine trees, green needles that never lose color, covered in freshly fallen silent shrouds of snow, pine trees, ever green, christmas trees, underneath so many hopes and dreams wrapped in glittery paper, hidden beneath shiny stuff, hoping what's really there will live up to expectations, pine trees, wintergreen, tannenbaum, like the writer of networking computer books, but i digress, and dig holes, and pine trees, sparse and douglass firs, spruce and gooses, loose in feet and lips, sinking ships, sunken treasures with golden hair, flaxen money, and dreams of pine trees, pine, riding, pining, to pine, sap drips down bark and trunk, lock and key sticky sweet, and forgotten, so easy to switch gears, to change lanes, turn signals and a slight alteration of direction, but still parallel, still on the same highway, no exit, but just pulling over, maybe there was a faster car or truck or semi behind, or traffic just was moving too slow, but still going to get to where we're headed, always do