Saturday, August 13, 2005

new mexico


pinon coffee lass -
so sweet ‘n’ friendly at th’white sands,
even on th’longest day



off las alturas,
road crosses a baked-out wash,
lizard hides in shade



pelenque ‘n’ th’temples –
he trades th’stories for fresh fruit
at th’deming crossroads



get out of this sun,
some water on roadside tongue -
'n alamogordo



roswell's alien
culture - tourists, reflection,
midsummernight's glass



shade of ancient tree,
westbound view of mesquite sign -
through texas at last 



sangre de cristo
communes, one more carload ‘f kids –
th’summer they said no



town 'f organ's ruins -
whatever else happened, they
watched th'valley sizzle



hiker 'n pickup bed
tells why th'onate statue
is missing one foot



up th’canyon from th’town,
past th’fresnal caves, springs, in th’shade
‘f th’big fat cottonwood



six times, one summer
through oilfields down t'artesia,
fin'ly finds th'pecos



show'rs make cacti bloom
soft desert colors catch sun,
gracing jornada



midnight in lordsburg –
in sultry silence, th’police
might be waiting



a fine drizzle mist,
steam rises in mesilla -
they call it "monsoon"



jumped any boxcar
said santa fe; buried him
in raton weeds though



cranes in the bosque -
elegant dance, joyful splash,
desert heat's lifted



stops t'watch th'abuela,
th'baby hands her pecans - hobbs
train whistle beckons



back from montana -
sandhill crane's seen the west,
likes his rio grande



she takes his poppy -
deming mom who's lost her son,
she's no more to give



black friday shoppers
turn collars - mountain wind hits
santa fe plaza



toward the jornada -
even with a bit of frost,
it's dry as a bone



bare feet up mountain,
as promised to la virgen
de guadalupe



flat champagne headache,
allman brothers drum solo -
alamogordo



dineh coder's tale -
sun hits frost on lead and coal,
war-hardened spirit



high 'n th'sacramentos,
snow covers th'old trestle ruins,
but not very well



hummingbirds hover,
fight at kitchen feeder - march
sun sets on organs



promise forgotten,
eyes drawn to cruces' valley -
prickly pear flowers



deming fam'lies' pain,
sore feet sunk in timeless sand -
old bataan stories



pale purple cactus
at my feet blooming - beyond,
organs and blue sky



maljamar rest stop –
she sees th’desert wildflowers
once th’shade soothes her eyes



migra near white sands -
shrewd judge of spring tumbleweeds
calmly steps aside



wild mountain thistle,
declared ‘n outlaw ‘n ruidoso –
‘n’ prettier for it



chinook winds, endless
plain - down in roswell, alien
guards th'car dealership



sky's pinks and yellows
frame jagged organs - steal eyes
from apache plumes



on high cruces ramp,
distracted by wide valley -
a few spring raindrops

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