at the high part of one guy’s forehead a huge scab stares back at you on another’s shin bone, a rectangular bandage, dotted red in the middle, sits above a cut sock one gentleman has a purple welt on the knee of the leg he limps on another fella has a massive bruise, that looks like a map of Nebraska, in the middle of his forearm look, doesn’t matter how old we are, we’ll always be boys who don’t stop to think and if stubborn means stupid, well then you’ll never

on the path next to the wash, 900 block of N. Riverside, a palm tree has turned from its one-way highway to the sky had to be something mechanical - bent axle, broken driveshaft, steering issue – since the Mexican Fan Palm now speeds towards San Bernardino someone should call who’s ever in charge of that because it could be on a collision course with some other day-dreaming palm on its morning commute, whistling from its easy drive towards the sun oblivious to the gre

a mango tree celebrates spring with dozens of births on a single stem and every time, you’re lucky if one of them reaches the table they’re smarter than they look, usually wise enough to drop most of the junior fruit before the snap of an overloaded branch kind of like loving yourself means not being so accommodating as others would want, saying no a lot more than you did before remember blushing skin, clear eyes, rosy cheeks, normally means you’ve soaked up enough se