Can't touch those Joshua trees
Those spiny trunks, desert daggers
That need a freeze before they bloom.
Those spiny trunks, desert daggers
That need a freeze before they bloom.
Can't slap an age on them without growth rings
The clouds rolled overhead easily
Casting shadows a mile wide
The boulders stacked themselves precariously
Like they could crush you any moment
It's customary to offer guests a beverage,
But she knows better than to be a good host
The desert's a better woman than me
She doesn't peacock for nothing
Just stretches out, rolls, yawns, grants permission
She doesn't peacock for nothing
Just stretches out, rolls, yawns, grants permission
To be anything but young and fertile
To be ancient, vast, unknowable
To be the worst kind of woman,
The unsmiling kind, dry and unapologetic
A drought of a woman, inhospitable
An ungracious desert of a woman
The unsmiling kind, dry and unapologetic
A drought of a woman, inhospitable
An ungracious desert of a woman
She told me I could be the free like her
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