Remember when we were young
little road-trips here and there
through Colorado in the summer, in the fall
driving home, going HOME
infinite blades of grass looking frail, dying.
to New Mexico
I love the desert in the fall
Makeshift crosses on every sharp bend
with names and years and "rest in peace"
Bobcat workin' at the Chama Chevron
Old gas stations now libraries
and unfortunate cats and dogs in pieces
on the highway
Close your eyes, close your eyes.
Sometimes it's much too easy to look away.
(2007)