Are those two saguaros new
Next to the optometrist's
Across from the post office
I've never noticed them before
Five-footers in their adolescence
But when I ask I'm told
They were planted years ago
Right on that busy corner
I've pass a thousand times before
Finally stopped for the light
I pulled up next to their green
Presence and asked them really
How long they 'd been standing there
But they just gazed at one another
Two lost souls stuck in traffic
Far from home an old man
Blankly staring up at them
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