Willy Two Horse cut through the children’s playground, crossed the back end of the hotel’s parking lot and climbed down the steep slope to look out over Prosser, Arizona.Read More
Month: July 2016
I woke up and threw off the covers,
blankets of grief covering the dream I had
where you were bathed in the red light
of a bar in Austria, and we were waiting
in line, holding carabineers, ropes, harnesses
for the mountains we would climb.
There are so many gates:
thatched brown gates that open to rice fields,
white wooden gates to keep in the dogs,
wrought-iron black gates to castles,
gates that open like mouths
gates that slam shut and lock,
gate of heaven to shut me out.
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