An Albuquerque Poem

Mikaela offers:

"Out on a Limb"

We grow slow –
not quite like rock into sand
but slower than tumbleweeds
blowing away like seasons
down Albuquerque roads
we all avoid together.

We three branching on this
cultural tree –
our bark grows thicker
than our bite
when what we can sink our teeth into now
tastes like water from our entwined roots.