Out there


I put sadness aside
for apache tears
I smell the juniper air
anything is possible here

I'm enchanted by ant stories
written in the sandhills they make
beads and precious stones
gifts on the rim

Light over the miles
from my morning to your night
thousands of miles away
tender spirits evolve
in this theater of dawn

Instead of email
I'll make airplanes of thoughts
to send to you

I'll send on smoke trails
still evident in the brush
tended by a mother
who always cared