Vigilant prairies surround
a vacant homestead
where lumber maintains
a posture in clay soil
that petrifies alertness
below the hawk-eyed view
of cirrus clouds dragging
their talons on the horizon
as sand from High Plains
brush through sage recalling
Baculite fossils
woven across the land
of la familia
hammered in the dirt
familiar as cactus thorns
poking decades of wind
that govern el terreno
terrain filled with mesas
blowing panorama
in peep holes of wariness.