AZ

Coyotes gossip to the night,

A horse stands saddled, waiting.

Paddle cactus dress their spines,

let's pretend that we're alright.

Cowboys collect cows and calves,

light a match with that deep breath.

Here lies the biome's best,

Christ risen by some sage, a goddess.

The earth exhales and blinds you,

blink until it's gone, blink until it's all you see.