"Just wait" says the Jojoba plant, a 6 inch tall baby with sprouting roots. I see her recently planted inside the cactus garden in a circle with the white sage trickling through the other patient souls clumped together crowding around the towering 20 ft high border wall. "Just wait. Don't plant freeways and "cubre suelos" used to cover the earth at their medians. I only ask your patience. I don't need you to pipe out treated water through a rubber hose as I get my water from the skies. I don't need you to create any conditions as I am native to this land and it is my home. All I need is your breath and your patience. If you give me this, I promise we will not be estranged. I promise to become one with the earth swaping nutrients with the soil. If you just exhale the anxiety to build isolation chambers on to me, I will convert it into your oxygen and we will heal. If you just exhale the soot of SUVs and the black plague of war that is made to protect it, we will grow and my roots will reach deeper than the height of this wall and hold our common ground firm when the first torrential downpour comes and the white sage trickling through becomes a river that washes away the freeways and divisions made by the decorative cubre suelos that smother us.
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