Tonight's Poet Corner: Arizona Trip

Arizona Trip
by Belinda Roddie

So you're a ranger, and I'm a cowboy,
and we're in the desert together, kissing
tumbleweeds and collecting cactus leaves
for boiling. One sip, and we're miles away
in a different wasteland, with sand in our
mouths and a full moon in each eye, like
lunar spectacles guiding us to plains with high
grass, gluttonous cattle, and a great fat jug of
moonshine to share when the sunrise crows
like a rooster perched on the decaying vane.

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