the palm trees have no expectations.

they just stand there proudly and glorious, varied and tropical.

they dont yearn to be oaks or miss their childhoods.

they dont whine to be transplanted or bitch when theyre trimmed.

parrots nest in their holey bits, ants march up their lower parts,

squirrels scamper, dogs piss,

tourists lean,

but theyre not mean.

o palm trees of foreign lands

watching patiently above the rock bands

who play on balconies next to the sea

o palm trees please talk to me


palm tree!

youre nuts

palm tree!!

you need some rest


palm tree of the desert, palm tree of my dreams

palm tree of the summertime, palm tree of the forced rhyme

butterflies adore ye

so ignore the jealousy

of the maplewood, and the evergreen

and the wipporwill and the lesser trees.

but where are your coconuts

or bananas, where are your fruit cups

or fandangos

where is your toy suprise

wheres your blue eyes

wheres your hanging branch

for our tire ride?

oh palm trees of my day dreams

swaying gracefully in the heavy rains

never shiverring, always solid gold

soon you’ll make the best telephone pole

steve smith + ryan-mcgee + cat

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