Monday, June 15, 2009


White vans
ditch border town—swerving
shepherds rushing west

in the desert dusk

where lightning glitters

like moths crowding

the moon, gagging

the dune

gust. Two girls per

cage—counting crucifixes

out the window,

the soul sections inscribed

across the border’s net

where a panorama

of cacti silhouette


like eyewitnesses

dodging a charge.

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