with glass broken - fractured, fragmented in the still of the valley, home of cholla, stubbed and plump in the river winds that drill themselves into sides of bridges, slabs of concrete cased in old dreams, songs, yearnings to be remembered. etched names, years, dates, memories fading into the rust sunset slop of hot wind. channels and channels of dirt, washes, arroyos, caliche, pumice crushed, patina, deep skin spread out over mountain ridge. desert tv is always on.
