Yeso Moon

the road is more sky 

than it will ever be road

a vast veil of pale blue everything absorbs

the dry ground waiting for rain

a few worn out clouds

nameless distant mesas 

the same trains containing

framing the horizon

the lone crow shadows him

owns the pioneer tree

the old mesa hotel

follows the two wire

timeless trails

of air

knowing

wind 

rhythmic

wings

a tree almost emerald mushrooms

just above a dull forest of cholla

cattle mostly still

face away

stand around

round stock 
tanks

antelope frozen in place

chew stare at the intruder

thaw in their hurried running leaps

white cheeks

in the juniper

she has little to say

amazed at the all 

of nothing

he is taken

infatuated

by the 

cool 

soothing

smile

of the 
yeso

moon

jppestana november 22, 2016