another bitter night shrouds Sonoran skies,
where deep rounded coyote hills frost silhouetted peaks,
where silver naked grey desert brooms reflect the moonlight,
where living sounds swell pregnant from monsoon umbras
this consequential road odyssey
perhaps revealing a lasting place to rest,
a place to linger amazed over each unconditional breath,
serenaded by those dry frozen river beds out there
keeping vigil my kidnapped soul,
captivated by this empyrean home to be
Bisbee
11/8/73