Thank
     you
     for
    visting
 
 

 


 
 

A High Sonoran Lullabye

I shall retreat in to the desert
finally and for good
with a sprig of oleander
and a quart of rum
and a single sharp edge
concealed on my person

the blooming of the creosote bushes
shall signal, the sweat-sucking
desert-sonoran sun shall go,
the sentinel saguaros
shall point the way:
a moonlit concave upward,
with mountains and stars beyond

somewhere in the bigness that is Arizona
I shall choose a spot, just right
shielded from the night-glow of the cities
beneath a screw-bean mesquite,
I shall build a cairn of milky quartz
shed what's little left of my empathy
and sleep.
 
 


 
 

Grand Avenue  ~  Nothin' About Nothin'

Rain  ~ White Bond Blues  ~  The Broken Wind Bell

The Goodbye Poem  ~  Evening's Ascent