Monday, August 31, 2009

Death Valley Poem 2

Ubehebe Crater to Teakettle Junction


Near the edge, a gust of wind
pushes a butterfly beyond the rim.
Seven hundred feet of clear air to the bottom.

Fighter jets    silver
streaking                    gone behind Tin Mountain
back again      looping one
around the other.

Coyote cross the road ahead.
First one
then one and one and another
six total, crossing with heads down.

With each mile the air gets cooler, but
foreign, still: too sharp, sound becomes
animate, and in this clear cool air I can see too far.

No comments:

Post a Comment