Southeastern Arizona Borderland
Red kisses from the secret garden
opened to me flavors of time.
I ripened in tiny ways in my quiet years.
Now I profess to live in my later wisdom.
In my rainbow eyes, birds flew into
sunrises infinitely, as exciting yellow rays,
growing into vines, into blossoms rosy crazy,
becoming flashes of blinding beauties.
I loved horses and symphonies;
one and the same nobility,
galloping through fields and colors of sound,
and apples fat brought stars home to play.
The high desert, a strange home
during an opaque time, made of nothing
and everything; willful, colorful Grace
drenched the seasoned land of memories.
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