July 2011
Tattered —CK
Wind blows across grass
Finally reaching my yard
Torn flag points the way
Travel —GK
Carried down this road
that stretches out like a prayer
asking for a map
Vindicated —CK
My word was not loud
I got my message across
I can now move on
Mountains —GK
Oh the looming walls
taunt me to scale the brown earth
I climb toward the sun
New Faces —CK
I cannot find you
No one looks familiar
I once knew them all
Colorado —CK
Acres of sage brush
line roads that look wet from sun
The mountains are close
Sangre de Christo —CK
Pilgrims reach the sky
Saints live high in these mountains
Dust devil follows
Four at the hot springs —CK
Red tape stuck to glass
Wind makes it crackle and move
Pieces of windmills
Spacious mountains span
distances and horizons
A bird flies across
Red, yellow, purple
Flowers shout out their colors
Desert sands listen
Ghosts in tee pees hear
desert rabbit run through brush
Ears above cactus
Baker City, OR —GK
Empty town houses
looked perfect from the surface
Quiet streets were home
Cows —CK
One calf leans under
Drinks milk in Oregon field
Cascades watch the herd
Leaving Home —GK
Suitcase packed with dimes,
I’m leaving the fields I’ve known
for copper windows
Summer Heat —CK
Road so hot and black
makes eyes turn to red flowers
Warm winds blow them closed
Railroad Tracks —GK
Wrapping round the hill,
my ear to the steel waiting
for ground to tremble
Red Lipstick —CK
Lying alone, deep
under the ground, white, but for
her lips still so red
