28 August 2016

The trees that didn’t make it—

the maple, those thin gray mesquites along the highway.

 

The live oak is safe, it seems, now taller, broader, recovered

from the hailstorm. The drought

didn’t take it down. The bunnies are safe below

its branches. Still,

I empty the dogs’ water bowl over the exposed roots

searching for water in the wrong place.