By chris Date: 2009 Jun 25 Comment on this Work [[2009.06.25.01.34.29242]] |
She's snow in June - the delicious cold rush that numbs the nerve endings but only after stimulating them into the next universe over. She might be a curse or my four-leaf clover. She might be a blessing from a caliche-coated saint on a Northern New Mexico retablo. She's where I must go - the only map the person riding shotgun on the roadtrip needs. She's where the road leads. She's the white powder that can only come from frozen cloud vapor above 10,000 feet after burning your lungs out for a view of mesa and sage that looks like it should be seen from an airplane taking you safely far away. |