Liquor stores and gas stations smeared with decades of dust
    stand as lonely sentinels to half-conscious memories
        of late nights filling out applications for art school
            and our discussions of Freud over gourmet ravioli from a box
and the stop signs at the top of the 5 mph gravel switchbacks
    warp and melt into oil paint puddles that splash
        as you step out of the rental car to clean the windshield
            of its colorful myriad of Carnival bugs and orange sand
desert air spills through the car whipping up a frappe of papers
    to indulge in with Spanish clementines and mayonnaise
        and hardboiled egg sandwiches
            on this bluff on the edge of the horizon
my eyes reflected sky     in your glasses

2005

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