By chris Date: 2008 Feb 26 Comment on this Work [[2008.02.26.22.24.17443]] |
So we see each other on the night of the wind that howls around us and tints the mesa across the river a even tawnier brown than usual against the valley below that grows greener with each day. Spring underway. Whole worlds in your green eyes as real as caliche, as budding chamisa - and alive. And I think that maybe for the first time I know what all that really means, I understand, there in the growing darkness and fine, blowing sand. |