Pods held in palo verde, mesquite and other diverse desert
plants and cacti, reality of our lives planted within each
of them if we but sit and contemplate what we're seeing.
Fruitful and enticing, giving opportunities to gather in-
formation for our futures, waiting poetically, recalling
them later in life when reading what we've written in the
past.
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