All the sagebrush
mile after mile
the long grass, the desert trees;
Ranchero Caistas on the left
inky-maned tawny horses grazing lazy
behind the fence.
Only 17, she drives banshee wild.
I almost tell her to pull over
so I can pick wildflowers,
throw myself in front of a car...
Let's not derive meaning from the
crows nest in a dead tree.
Hearts of cactus,
we let Prince, Whitney, Madonna do the talking.