A December sunrise over New Mexico brings an end<\/p>\n
to the embryonic slumber of this strange girl\u2019s earthen hovel.<\/p>\n
Stepping outside to piss,<\/p>\n
a stream splashes gorges through the frosted ground as<\/p>\n
steam rises to the occasion.<\/p>\n
On the eastern horizon,<\/p>\n
the sun pokes his golden thorns over<\/p>\n
the tattered edges of the Sangre De Cristo Mountains. Shadows disappear<\/p>\n
as the glowing aura sprinkles a dash of tangerine below,<\/p>\n
soft like baby\u2019s breath. Bashful stars mill about<\/p>\n
in the violet currents to the west.<\/p>\n
Tipsy-toed, they curtsy and laugh<\/p>\n
and kiss their farewells<\/p>\n
to midnight\u2019s glistening dew.<\/p>\n
The bitter cold encapsulates, breathing deep to<\/p>\n
suck with scorched lungs just<\/p>\n
for a taste of something so sweet,<\/p>\n
so frigid,<\/p>\n
that it breaks the skin on morning teeth.<\/p>\n
A coyote caterwauls to the dimmed moon, crying for her capitulation<\/p>\n
to the onslaught of day,<\/p>\n
the beast\u2019s cackles ring of freedom\u2019s waking revelry.<\/p>\n
But nothing else.<\/p>\n
No words,<\/p>\n
no catch phrases or wasted breath from those<\/p>\n
who buzz or whiz or clamor or curse.<\/p>\n
All are frozen dead in their beds<\/p>\n
as the wind whirls and gusts scatter dust<\/p>\n
from brittle sagebrush needles.<\/p>\n
Breaking trance,<\/p>\n
her subtle call from the squatty shelter shatters lonely silence,<\/p>\n
as this desert maiden before me<\/p>\n
paces barefoot on sandstone steps.<\/p>\n
With eyes that sparkle like winter jasmine<\/p>\n
her whisper nibbles on my ear,<\/p>\n
\u201cCoffee?\u201d<\/p>\n
The simplicity is overwhelming.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbsolutely.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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