Thursday, March 19, 2015

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Ironwood and Ocotillo

It’s a major intersection of streets
named after a cactus and a tree,
both of which are native to the area.
I think most would agree 
the names were selected appropriately.

See, when I drive on Ironwood,
I think of ironwood, ironwood trees,
and when I drive on Ocotillo,
I think of ocotillo, ocotillo cactus,

living things that once dug their roots
down deep into the earth, sprouted up,
pressed up, grew up into the thickness 
of summer, waiting like disciples 
for the arrival of rain, fighting for survival, 
fighting for every inch of root, branch, thorn,
living and breathing and singing their song
until those construction crews came along.

Ironwood.  Ocotillo.  Let us remember 
the vegetation that had to die
just so all of us could drive by.

But I’m not an environmentalist.
I got a wife and kids and a car and a commute
and I gotta drive on Ironwood and Ocotillo
to get to my job every day, 30 miles away.

Yeah, that’s right, I get in my car,
step on the gas, drive real far,
and I'm happy with things the way they are.  

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