Those dancing trees are basking in the youth of spring,
a tropical musky odor early briskly funky.
Those trees that shelter thick perennial weeds
randomly growing up under the trunks.
Close into the roots somehow able to share the soil,
hugging shade and dodging a sun that scalds and boils.
safety from the hot and dry pitiless main star
waiting for the bulls to park and pump out manure
The rest of the grass is short, yet green and herbivorous
These weeds are so upright they grow thick and vigorous
They shine with a houseplant swagger, one might pick leaves
To make sure it wasn't some elaborate artificial plant underneath
Bulls and weeds thrive at midday under those small canopies as heat spins
Roots that rise inches out of the ground slim arms and wrists grabbing it all in
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