resting ever so gently against darkened damp grass and unethical gravel
from the encounter
only to return
silent drips from the responsive rain
infusing sage and womenfolk's stories
like the moon
like me to you
coiled stone snakes
wrapped around these wrists
from Seattle my love.
While Poland stands along the fading lines of Chamisa's autumn bloom
not real in real time
what is it about Earth's reds and oranges touching New Mexico's endless sky that brings life to this surface?