The death of a moon cowboy

I am a somewhat-youth with ideas and thoughts and too many dreams that sometimes overflow as these little dribblings from my fingertips. I guess you can try to collect and capture them.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

New Mexico in October

I'm going to write a series of poems representing our 10-day trip through New Mexico and the southwest in October 2010. I want to accompany them with photographs. This represents an overlook, my feelings of coming off and out of that land.

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There was yucca everywhere,
and sagebrush and rabbitbrush
and prickly pear and cholla.
Huge thunderheads painting it all
gray and wet.
Endless skylines, interrupting mountain
ranges, sand and hot springs and caves.
Camping just about anywhere.
I've got a shining new buckle
inlaid with black and turquoise, inscribed with the state's name and an eagle--
a parting birthday gift
out on those white dunes.

Now I'm 31
and home again for a little while.

..................[the southwest]
 -- New Mexico in October
 -- Sego


Amy Beatty said...

Well look who it is - the working 31 year old poet. Love you honey. I'm excited to see what comes next in this journey. I love your poems. And I love the way you write. see you dream boat xo

moonshinejunkyard said...

meeee toooooo! i want to see more. it opens of worlds of deserts and ramblings and kids and clouds and rock paintings and wild west and joy! oh how i miss it out there and so glad you guys got to be with us till white sands and what a beautiful birthday parting. keep writing, keep giving us these glimpses, the mountain ranges cut by sky, so dramatic and wild and true. LOVE IT!