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American Summer

Poems written while traveling.

High Desert Sunday 


Approaching the densely textured,
horizontal strip known as the highway

and sensing the fate of geometrical convergence,
a small herd of pronghorn antelope

splits into immobile panic or the pursued—
frightened by the menace, the slice

of our charging, red Super Beetle.
To this, and the otherwise vacant

and inconsequential morning,
a prairie dog stood

in still witness.  Yes,
there were no fences

until a few miles outside of Alamosa.
On US 285 we passed Rod Steiger

hitchhiking in a southerly direction
and two nuns in a '55 Chevy

with a statuette of Jesus
affixed to the speaker grill.




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