agriculturation.
i've heard that palm trees aren't
even native to california, but that
doesn't seem to stop them from
looking glorious, silhouetted against
the backdrop of a setting sun, majestic
as they sway along to the tune of a
salty pacific breeze. indeed, they speak
something of paradise's reality as
their crowns make royal this purple
canopy. they declare this coast their own,
thriving in this place that is not their home.
amidst their acculturation they scream to
us (surfers, nurses, teachers, shoppers, waiters,
children, adults, neurotics, joggers, surgeons, et al.).
their cry is never lost to this otherwise
foreign ocean. they proclaim a gospel of sorts:
grow where you are planted.
Many palms are native to California. Bad time?
ReplyDelete"grow where you are planted."
ReplyDeleteyou, sir, are brilliant.