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