Yesterday I was driving down one of the feeder highways to I-95. Traffic moved very slowly. Ahead of me I could see the reason: a huge truck going about 40 miles an hour, followed by a smaller vehicle with a "Caution: Wide Load" sign. The load was indeed wide: the bigger truck was taking up the better part of two lanes and continued to do so even when we merged onto the very busy I-95 South.
The long flatbed of the truck carried a lot of greenery, and I wondered if a nursery was taking a bunch of evergreens somewhere. Then I realized it was all one tree. The tree. The Rockefeller Center Christmas tree! Sure enough, when I pulled up beside the procession, that's what it was. A gigantic red banner proclaimed 75 Years... of something—I couldn't read the rest without causing a wreck. Like a little kid, I bounced up and down in the seat, honking and waving at the driver.
We always go into New York to see the tree and be festive during the holidays. Spotting it on the beginning of its trip to the city made my day. So, for Poetry Friday, how could I not go with Kristine O'Connell George's "Tree Traffic"? She writes not about the interstate but a "treeway" that's "heavily squirreled." The poem comes from the collection Old Elm Speaks, a 1998 picture book.
The Poetry Friday roundup takes place at A Wrung Sponge today.