I grew up like a

Posted by SenoritaRuth on Sep 24, 2009 in The American Southwest | 0 comments

wild west weed wandering
tall and round, spiky.
dried and hollow, drifting.

shot out of loose sand home,
dull fibrous bitter green.
raises a stink when torn.

sun dries to a hard snap
protective, razor lances.
scrape skin, embed in nap

Lots, gardens, street edges
squeeze, wrenched brown dry while
winds woo the wiry wenches.

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