Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Desert Time

Your mere presence around them, under their simple sun and commodious sky, is an anachronism. Their vast population engulfs you in wild squiggles. When you reach out a dry hand to brush their spines, they are gently maniacal people firmly rooted in dust and flowing rock.

A dollar may be used for research, for resource, for recourse. All disagree on potential uses being unethical/ unimportant/ wrong. But it is impossible to argue either case to a jury of Joshua trees. When the dollar is spent, when its effects are forgotten, when we are gone, they will still stand. In silence.

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