Two More Poems from Moab

Sand Flats Campground – Moab, UT. November, 2019.

1.

dust is clouding always
but it’s most visible
in the slanted sunset’s pour.

streamers of light
through pink sandy puffs,
the charcoal ghosts of 4 wheelers,
motorbike trailers, 
and gasoline enthusiasts.

under navy milk skies
pockmarks of starry freckles shine, shine, shine.
blanket of night-
split open by the cries of
distant suns.
I AM HERE! YOU ARE NOT ALONE!
wimper through the
uncaring distance of space.

2.

once sexual,
the grey and twisting juniper corpse
lays indifferent by the campsite road.
dry as moonrock,
it can still be recognized
“former tree of life, child of god”
now designates parking.

the beginning of tent city,
nylon, thinsulate, marshmallow sticks
empty, green gas canisters.
tack your receipt to the post.

ranger Judy, once sexual, hums through camp.
our dirt pit, affectionately renamed
“the G spot”
while dead juniper carries on.

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