When the Dust is Quiet, and the hills that sing



when the dust is quiet, and the hills that sing

the bumble bee dances 

in the coyote’s dream

when the yucca tells stories

to the jacks and the rattlers

and the sweet mare’s hooves 

is the red rock battler


when the vaquero’s callouses

lasoo’s with the stars

I’ll be in every inch

of everything

from the cracks of the purple stained mountains,

to the helm of the desert rose scars



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