Poem: City Roots

City roots are shallow by necessity
All that pavement doesn’t allow them
To run deep instead they go wide
Spreading out every which way
And what strange fruit is born

Poem: Route 66

There is peace on these American roads
Stretches of no man’s land
Where there used to be family farms
Before the banks foreclosed
And the family moved to California
To join the Joads in chasing the dream