By In Vino Date: 2004 Apr 19 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.19.10.27.22223]] |
So we see each other on the night of the wind that howls around us and tints the mesa across the river a even tawnier brown than usual against the valley below that grows greener with each day. Spring underway. Whole worlds in your green eyes as real as caliche, as budding chamisa - and alive. And I think that maybe for the first time I know what all that really means, I understand, there in the growing darkness and fine, blowing sand. |