looking out at the desert........................ Everyday the relentless heat
smooth pieces of sculpture........................... settled like Marlin's faithful dog
on the shores of the bath-temperature water filled swimming pool
white bandages....................in the courtyard of Ocatillo
woodpeckers......................
the sound of water.........Outside the walls
burning, burning, burning................................
there was nothing but desert on three sides.
cold water....................On the fourth side
brown grass on the hills...was the hot asphalt road to nowhere.
the holes in the cactus..............Even Owen had gone
yellow flowers.................taking with him the sound
the red mountains.........................of human voices. low flying planes............. the smell of green grass.... warm stones by the river......................... a red front door................ under the eves of the porch........................ a beehive fireplace............................ the smell of the leather couch.................... as good as I ever made them....................... I could almost feel his hands..................... but there was no warm milk.......... hand carved napkin rings......................... sopapillas...................... mustard colored tiles............... the sound that the lizards made.............. come on across to the Internet..............................

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