Wanderer
Desert Car Wash
From my office window I can see the bright green leaves of trees at home in the Arizona desert.
Beyond these misplaced giants lies a car wash, and further still a large flag.
The flag stretches out its stripes and stars on the warm April wind.
It will be one hundred degrees today.
I know not what is real and what is myth.
The trees, or the country who put them here.
The trees seem not to mind.