the flag tree

Even the most stubborn
had to bent his knees.
Getting closer to the hillside,
simply he couldn’t make it.
And so there he stands,
unable to move aside,
unable to dodge what is to come,
the harsh winds of the North,
frozen like a cat in a highway,
hypnotized by the lights
of the car that is to run over him,
all alone, the flag tree.

somewhere near Banff, Canadian Rockies, Alberta, Canada (2008)