southwest

i wrote this poem in honor of my pop, who has always loved the southwest ever since we lived there back when i was a kid.

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let me lie in arizona
don't want the whites of my eyes to be matching
the whites of this hospital bed,
let her honest sedona
between purple clouded wind chimes
and joshua tree'd earthforms.
let me lie in southern utah
while the shadow drifts heavy
over sand stone symphony,
where we once young ventured
to find something...
i had lost in the rush to california.
i had brought
two uhauls and a trailer here.
three cats and a duck and goose
four of my six kids.
and the dimly lit rooms
felt the warm desert sun.
and the walk down the grade
felt my feet trod and hopeful.
and the cold rock palm'd
felt our time unravel.
let me lie in arizona
let me eye the silhouettes
of monuments and magic...
of the lost history kept