Here is another poem I wrote at the beginning of my trip to Phoenix and the Grand Canyon. What can I say about the trip now that I'm back in Austin: the Grand Canyon is profound. Phoenix is sprawly. Mike and Rell have an awesome house. Okay. Here's a poem (look to the end of the week to see what I wrote after the trip was over...).
Phoenix Arizona 2
I have found god in the sun; he is a red pueblo, a house sans roof,
a thatcher sitting legs apart on a purple bus. in Scarborough we find our lost loves and ask them who
we once were. they reply
that you were a mountain; an elm with a crook; an unfinished oak table.
we are the empty houses sat on concrete lots in solitude and wood polish. come, taste our bread,