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Don't Believe Me? March 8, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • Mar 8
  • 1 min read

 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 green chunk of danger,

bearing down and out of control

 

and setting up the gentlest

of fender benders, the guilty one

effusive with apologies

 
 
 

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