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.