Poem by Rudy Rios

I travel for work around the state and write when I’m out in the hinterlands of NM. The following piece is about a jounrey I do frequently on Hwy 380 north of White Sands Missile Range.

“Lady and her Hawks” 11/1/13 by Rudy Rios

Eleven points of sunshine
circular momentum pushed on
two south too north
black tan reflected green
sage varnished blue.
Dry grass crunched under bovine
molars hooves wide open lands
prairie dry as sandman dust
click click caw caw
copper glass and oak on and on.
1945 double sun acres
dead mans journey
burnt mans death
a little one and a fat ones terror.
Accolades sand crushed rock petroleum toxins
cages cloud headlights mark
miner paths now speak
low buzz wingless bees
why cant they fly
the lady and her hawks?

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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