I penned the following poem during my sophomore year at Aurora University. Who knows what I was thinking?
A lotta goddamn telephone poles
Stuck in their goddamn telephone holes
Straight up at goddamn ninety degrees
Swaying not much in the goddamn breeze.
-pine trees
Oh that’s right! I was driving around one day in the delivery van for the printing press where I worked and had a moment of blinding clarity. All the telephone poles around me (and there were many) were each a former pine tree, maybe a lodgepole or Douglas fir. I thought about all the streets in all the cities in all the states across the country and realized that we had cut down a LOT of trees to carry our wires.
I was so blown away, I was forced to write that poem. That’s all.
And I know what you’re thinking. “Tim, they’re actually called ‘utility poles’ because they don’t only hold telephone lines.” You know what? You’re right. Shut up.
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