Mesquite Dreams

ancient Mesquites lean dangerously
over the path as if whispering to
younger ones on the other side

some copses remind me
of groups of people lounging
under lush ramadas
gossiping in low tones

‘look at those untethered ones’
‘they don’t seem to realize that
everything comes to those who wait
those rooted in the right place’

some remind me of leggy
spindly visions of
broccoli florets

waiting for the steam

–LE