Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Thank-you for Your Help

because of you I walked out one last time
into the Baja sun and bright concrete surround
I said goodbye to nobody and thanked no one for their help
silently without moving my lips
no vibration on take-off
blink and then the clouds opened over Dallas
the grid-plan
welcome to the American machine
consumed and then the west Texas farmfields,
Guadalupe mountains, White Sands Nat'l Monument,
the rocky backbone of the continental divide,
islands perched in the sky,
home: a rusted plane by the runway
two beautiful women with perfect posture
walking away from me into the setting Tucson sun

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