Joshua Forest

I am a humble Joshua Tree
raising arthritic
bottlebrush limbs
without symmetry
toward the infernal sun
of the Mojave.

My humbled brethren
stand rooted in
thirst,
as if petrified in the midstep
of a heathen dance
waiting for nomadic clouds
to burst
and waving seed pods
as maracas
in a desperate wistful rhythm
with the tentative
desert breeze.

You are an honored guest
in our transparent
Joshua forest.
Handsome visitors
from fertile lands
are welcome here to see
the drought, the struggle,
the peace,
and not the forest for
a tree.




Poetry by Peter J. Kautsky
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Written on 2007-01-08 at 01:14

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