Pandora blasting and the girls and I
screaming along
all tone-deaf enthusiasm
shouting out the lyrics we know
and mumbling the rest
I've got one hand on the wheel
cruise control set to 79
It's only Spring- late April
and the heat's already
started falling down
It lends a little desperation
An anxious urgency
the exhilaration of escape
the thrill of running away
to our adventure up the mountain
towards the cool and the pines
Even the desert is celebrating
right along with us
all that sharp and thorny
gray-green and inhospitable
threatening, intimidating flora
has burst into bloom
We're flying past
saguaro after saguaro
and those fat prickly things
formidable old maids
that nobody could love
are wearing white blooms
Encircling their heads
like crowns, like wreaths
blossoms grace their outstretched arms
and I realize they're all brides
even the saguaro has her day
to be lovely
To be loved
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