We must be generous with the things we have
For, naught is earned by solitary effort
So too, the spoils and decadence and virtue
Held in each of our coffers
Is transient and fleeting
As bold and fleeting
as vapor-trails over Santa Fe
You dance in my dreams
Dreams of things unmanifest
On diaphanous and shimmering wings
Holy homes and fall-out shelters beckon
Floods of quicksilver, rapid, river
Etch your eyes, your heels
your lips and cigarettes
Into my mind
When we camped beside the Jemez
New moon sky above the pines
The only roof we knew, seeing through
Smoky cloud vapor masks
Mist, fog, steam
Hundreds of words for the
next best thing
Prisms of promise swirl from
Our delta-wing aftermath
And, after that
Back to high desert blue
Bold and fleeting
PW Covington writes in the Beat tradition of the North American highway. He's riding things out, in a hidden adobe, somewhere just off Historic Route 66, in Northern New Mexico. Follow him on Insta @BeatPW.
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