a new place

i've gone to a new place. five hundred miles of pavement, eight hours of driving that should have been nine, nineteen dead butterflies and the trees, untold numbers of trees, all alone by the side of the road. unaware of what may come, they've taken root yet they, too, must some day go to a new place. but they, by God's good grace, they'll have no mind to think of an old home, or face or name.