up in Phoenix no good help…
so there to get some sun
but just ride around to quit tryin…
so what about we talk,
usin hands cause voices are jus too early
this Sun morn blue patch–quilt heaven
shadowless sea of canyon day begin…
later, comin down from a night at Liberty Bell
then breakfast 1/2 mile from dusters path,
laughin at my obvious dread, a Yaqui waitress
servin me extra cups of coffee with donuts
appreciatin each meager 25₵ tip
sharing stories to told by our grateful broken tongues…
and when my external dialogue finally melted,
I sat quietly, listenin to the air
sipping outfrom her cracked brown cup,
then finger through want ads for my ranch dreamwork
(rustling in the S.W.)
tradin bridles,
saddlin ropes,
makeshift lean–twos and a free washup in the country john,
clean and smellin like a gleamin wooded Mt. Rainer valley,
poised,
unpretentious…
yup, today could be one of em candid red valley open holidays,
one of em days when each and every moment surely becomes possible
8/9/75
Prescott, Arizona