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American Summer
Poems written while traveling.
Zion
Leaping trout decals adorn the rear doors on camper shells —an aquatic, sporting festoon. On pink sandbars in the Virgin River women sit on aluminum lawn chairs. O whiptail snakes and whiptail lizards. 103 in the shade. 104 in the sun. Night falls only a few paces down the thermometer. The sacred Daturas drift around like guardians the settlers knew and resisted. They knew. We roll around on their cots, sweating, vaguely restless, humming quiet little songs to the sympathetic midnight. When the moon finally lifts over a V ridge in the canyon walls, I swear it is a Max Ernst painting. back | ToC | next
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