Monday, September 28, 2020

palo verde

cactus & candles and a new place to live

yet another new place to live

how often one scoops

carries their own bag of bones

their stupid sack of flesh

their silly sinews

all arranged into a human

how often do i dig under my own feet to find where i begin 

then i begin

to trace the roots and tap the umbilical origin

of palo verde green and still observations

cool nature

the romance of this "desertness"

how perfect to be waiting here for him

always waiting on him

to come around