Thursday, May 21, 2015

New Mexico

shade ‘f th’white sands courtyard,
th’lass tells ‘f th’oryx, by th’mountains,
who has no en’mies
(10-16)





pinon coffee lass -
so sweet ‘n’ friendly at th’white sands,
even on th’longest day
(6-15)






th’white sands skink darts t’ward
th’slight shade ‘f th’pepperweed – th’hiker
seeks th’smile ‘f th’pinon lass
(6-15)







day, white sands tourists,
sleds ‘n’ wax, and sunscreen – at night,
the moon, and th’wildlife
(6-15)



-->

sun-baked adobe –
filmmakers’ve found th’set, ‘n’ now, it’s
back t’albuquerque
(10-17)






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









dry years th’bears come down,
picking through th’cloudcroft dumpsters –
th’woods just aren’t enough
(6-16)








pelenque ‘n’ th’temples –
he trades th’stories for fresh fruit
at th’deming crossroads
(5-15)






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







likes t’take th’kids t’bluff springs
high in th’mountains, out of th’heat,
‘n’ you can drink th’water
(10-17)








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







up from santa fe,
th’artists, th’tourists, th’pueblo folks –
soft sun ‘n th’northbound road
(6-16)






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







zia flag ‘n’ pastel –
sun’ll hit th’adobe post branch,
th’outsiders won’t stay
(6-17)





sangre de cristo
communes, one more carload ‘f kids –
th’summer they said no
(6-15)







coyote’s story –
took th’smugglers out t’t or c,
they killed’m in th’hot sun









high ‘n th’sacramentos,
summer lightning ‘n th’dry canyon –
could be fire next time
(6-16)








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






family ‘f six skunks –
even in th’tourist season,
plenty ‘f room ‘n cloudcroft
(6-17)





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







midnight in lordsburg
in sultry silence, th’police
might be waiting
(6-15)






high in th’mogollons,
had t’make th’fire t’keep from freezing,
even in august 
(8-16)








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








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




from san augustin,
th’blooming desert, now, ‘t th’white sands,
migra’s got th’dogs out
(10-17)




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





-->

t’ward cruces ‘n’ points south,
stops ‘t th’bosque t’watch th’sandhill cranes
they, too, have fled th’north
(10-17)






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






pecans ‘n’ th’abuela –
th’child plays an important role
in th’hobbs econ’my
(3-17)





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






mesilla pecans
in th’shadows, th’rest ‘f th’family
waits t’spend th’proceeds ‘f th’sale
(10-17)






orange glow, th’desert
sun, tularosa-bound train –
hunter’s moon, ‘n th’mountains
(11-16)





-->
roadrunner parkway,
or’nge trees ‘gainst th’jagged organs –
t’her, th’place has an edge
(11-17)









onate statue
crimes ‘n’ th’souls’ day hist’ry lesson –
paid for’m with his leg
(10-17)






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





in deming, th’poppies,
‘n’ th’grandmother takes one – ‘n her eyes,
an infinite grief
 (10-17)






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








ornaments ‘n th’cactus –
white sands highway reflection,
even now, just th’sun
(10-16)







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









th’cold el nino rain –
th’old sage on el paseo
knows not to miss it
(1-16)






out old sixty-six,
th’neon – th’icy rain ‘n central,
tells of simpler times
(12-17)






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








light snow on lead ‘n’ coal
his uncles were th’code talkers,
th’code was navajo
(4-17)






maljamar rest stop –
too cold even f’r th’rattlesnake,
million stars ‘n th’oilfields
(10-17)



visions of fuji –
from th’white sands, th’moon hits th’snow
on sierra blanca
(1-17)






gallup’s frozen fields –
how cold, th’amount they drank, tend
t’underestimate
(6-16)








place called bugscuffle
if you have t’call th’snowplow guys,
don’t say where you’re from
(10-16)








wild horses in th’snow
belong to th’mescalero
diff’rent kind ‘f “belong”
(11-16)







chaco canyon sun –
in th’wet laundry, finds th’haiku,
new year, east village
(9-16)










hunts th’ibex, new year,
way up ‘n th’florida mountains –
has horns ‘bout yay big
(1-17)







down th’hill t’alamo,
spiny cactus on th’bare rock
made it t’nother year
(10-16)







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







my dear jackrabbit –
same color as th’frozen grass,
rest well, on th’hope road
(12-16)








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







white sands tumbleweeds
can’t expect them t’stop blowing
with nothing t’stop them
(7-17)





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






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





rio ruidoso
th’lively mountain streams, y’wonder
if you can drink ‘em
(6-16)





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








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






spring ‘n silver city
th’town with th’vicious miner’s strike
has kids named ‘peace’ ‘n’ ‘love'
 (8-16)






hope desert rabbit –
back ‘n april, couldn’t see you,
now, ‘n may, you’re th’whole road
(6-17)







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





hope road cent’ry plant
alone and ornamental,
it rules th’horizon
(4-16)






old vet, shaggy beard
tells how hot th’white sands road gets
during th’bataan march
(4-16)








th’pines get th’fresh green shoots,
says th’trestle trail flute player,
even in th’dry years
(5-16)






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







points out th’wild iris
near th’path, th’high sacramentos
tougher, ‘n’ less showy
(6-16)





apache summit
th’gambler, looking for th’signs, sees
th’stand ‘f red hot pokers
(6-16)





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



-->

woods near ruidoso
th’old guy knows ‘bout all th’back trails,
likes t’pick up antlers
(6-17)



weed rancher’s cougar –
tell th’game boys he wanted th’lambs,
they’ll look th’other way
(6-17)





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








june sun, mesquite sign –
eight hundred miles of texas
finally behind him
(8-16)








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






maljamar rest stop –
she sees th’desert wildflowers
once th’shade soothes her eyes
(5-15)


0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home