the cycle


droughts
plagues
and destruction
come our way
and the mowers
and steam rollers
bury our remains,
but we have roots.
they reach deep.
rains return
and love
the lands and seas
once again.
we are:
hares and skunks
wallabies and pigeons
mice and butterflies
roadrunners and bluebirds
humans and burros
waterbugs and crows
javelinas, frogs
and hackberry trees

we are.