Arizona
the smooth heated ’n’ dry air
as we pull up to an oil musk garage
the keys dangling from the ignition
open it up to throw our bags away
a turn which brings the dead to life
flip into gear from the ride of your time
we push the pedals to go somewhere
gliding over the black rocky paths to
God knows where
the buzz of beams blocking view
at the sight of the moon, blazing
in vibrant light shade of blue
changing our whole conversation around
Once we land, I look & see, like a tree
but big green thick piercing needles.
my bones weak and limp from travel,
Grandfather by my side
as we have just begun the journey to
forever be remembered
3 comments:
I really liked the description you put into this
I like to first line you used, I’ve lived in Arizona, and that pretty much describes it
Arizona sure is nice, did you have a tournament down there?
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