Expansion-Joint Boogie/Pecos County Driving Rhythm
Turbine wind
is nitrogen,
is blue beneath a daytime moon so
chalk it cannot
be where Armstrong
stood—forget, the flag he staked in-
side his giant
steps, the golf he
played, the rocks he came home with to
prove the moon is
lactoseless. The
Texas sky is just too blue for
moons like that, it
has a width like
Dickinson, her mind that harnessed
oceans from the
inland air of
Amherst and drew tides into the balcones/balconies, march 2010
vast and subtle
turbine of it-
self; the sky is current air, and a sedimented horizon:
shells—and shells—and corals,
anchors from the ingress of a sea.
fans the paltry
moon aside, to
let the afternoon take shape in
miles of roadside bluestem, bending,
under the static clouds, the
distance signs...
for kate and sage
the patient weight of water.
later, a bloom of mountains;
now, us alive...
on this ground of drains and filters,
every spring starts here.
Cenizo
Third Quarter 2015
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