You might think it’d be easy,
but to do it well?
Being unwanted is like being a tree in the middle of a highway divider.
Among the fumes and the getting-around.
I’m sure the tree has days of weakness
when it wants to just pick up and go,
eat oil not gas-refuse and water,
be gotten into, and owned by a body, but
some souls are made for photosynthesis.
For making sweet things out of sunlight
and dirty air.