2/25/2025

Meanwhile, the olive trees 

shine with silver. 

The stubbled land along the canal

protects footfalls from unsafe dance.  

Roots reach up an inch or so.

Saguaros tall their way toward sky.

I tell myself there are depths even here.

Meanwhile, the air is profuse

with wildflowers, 

some I do not know the names of.

Some, I do.

I hold you in the abstract for the rest

of my natural life,

my unnatural life. 

And play wild music,

short, simple, stray tones

that sway and blend as one

default new song.