In May of 2006 I wrote this for my friend Martie. I had not yet met her but knew her only through her poetry.
Calico Basin
in the evening
setting sun turns the ruby hills
afire
a young breeze plays fast and loose with
buffalo grass
and Mormon tea turns its pale yellow flowers
shyly
from the glory of the
the red Indian paint brush
cliff dwelling swallows
swoop low in glee
playing catch me if you can
with the cats claw acacia
jack rabbit on his way to bed
turns for one last look at the day
deep purple cactus flowers
close in sleep
blue night slides over canyon walls
and lays comfort on the silent desert
