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Fire in the Water

Barely a man 
he stands trembling 
water lapping at thighs in cotton white
right arm to the square 

The Body of the Lord’s Fair Night

Florence Gradon was a good-looking girl, but her looks were nine out of ten parts spirit. Her skirts swung just so, while she danced, her brown hair liked its ribbons fine, and the great good…

Oasis

At dusk, the pool waits in silence, 
found by your feet after you rip up 
the map. Suddenly in the tangled grasses
and twilight the birds stop calling, 
and the trees finger your face. 

Desert Bloom

There are no maybes in the desert; 
you have to be lizard-quick or shrivel and die. 
The Rio Grande is muddy from its occasional pause,
here where survival is yes or no.