1.
Botanical minutemen
arm themselves and fight the exotic invasion.
Bufflegrass takes over the cactus forest
each year, more bunches
choke the natives.

2.
Those people used to come out
in June, for the saguaro harvest. The wine
is a sticky koolaid red. Waila bands
play chicken scratch music in my head
while I uproot grass.

3.
Generations of Calvinists
planted their families, their monocot cohorts
all over the place. They are why
the work starts so early.
I am so half asleep I see
a gila monster, a park ranger,
and bottles hiding in the hillside.
They are all there.
I do not see them when I wake up
because I am too busy talking.