Bury me under the Joshua Tree,
it’s said to live for two-hundred
years, and then, maybe some more.
One, two, three or some sundried
hundreds of years, is for sure.
And who wants to stay
when they’re mostly away
from Life and its Strife and all passion?
I’m telling you,
if it’s not Timbuktu,
then a Joshua Tree is in fashion.
And when my dear mother
had brought me to here,
where I met and mingled with kindred,
I said, “There’s a lot.”
And she said, “No, there’s not.”
“But the Joshua Tree is a cousin.”
©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn