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Desperate Trees along Interstate Ten
Interstate Ten before it was an interstate
Arrowing west to California, one lane
That way and one lane this way; one way west
And one way back again,
admitting defeat
In the desert a rest stop. Desperate trees.
They seemed as desperate as a pilgrim
Lost in his going somewhere, and they
Weren’t going anywhere among the dunes
They said to a pilgrim, “Whatever dream
You’re living – it might not work out, okay?
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