Roots

Sixty feet down mesquite reaches, reaches. The fact is water. Finds, touches. Sixty feet under engages thirst, fights its way up in desert waste. From sixty feet dark in the long day's sun lifts to its head its deep-rooted crown. Red mistletoe as needy, dense to spread. Intrudes, shares, adds to blessed shade.

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