Missing Detail

Something small and strange is
Merging with the wayside
Scenery this morning.

What is it? Afternoon
Creeping into the light?
You lie your location

To nearest and dearest
Just to escape up here
Where no one passing cares.

Scrutinizing the view
Up the sunny asphalt
You hope for some weird clue,

But there’s nothing to see
Bizarre enough to count.
Maybe burnt ghost pine trees.