Lost in a thatch of brittle stems,
foxtails and grasses ripe
with seed, we are not extinct
despite extremes: grazing hoofs
and rising floods of rain—
the four-year drought
before they finally came
and all the honest mistakes
the ignorant have made.
We are tough and may outlast
your conceit, your
Endangered Species List.
I heard Haggard’s lyric from Big City – ” you can keep your retirement and your so called Social Security” in the last line. Ben
Ah, Ben, I hear it now, perhaps I heard it this a.m. and didn’t know it. Thank you!
Not a particularly ‘well-liked’ poem, but our presumptuousness as humans sometimes amuses me. I am pleased that we harbor a large population of Kaweah Brodiaea, once thought extinct in the 1920s, and that it has survived some pretty tough times without legal protection.
I have been documenting its bloom each year as a matter of course.
Time to de-list?