They line the school zone near mi casa,
a scattershot grove of hang-dog, bearded palms,
proof positive no-one survived
the second frost—the one that went
behind my house while the lights were all on
and my wife and I lay awake
and roofied half a dozen junipers
half to death and made my beloved cactus
(I loved that cactus) grow
pads from a necrotic trunk that had got piled up so bad
the codes guy said jesus you've got three days
not seven days just three to avoid getting fined
or whatever it is cities do to people
who leave their bits and pieces lying out—unchanged.
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