110 in Gallup and the streets are as empty as the fields beyond
and gone

Dust on a porcelain cowboy in a
window that’s streaked with all that’s come and gone
and gone

Thunder it comes and goes at night
and in the morning be all right
The wind leaves town at dusk each day
leaving us here to live our lives

Half of a mile off 66, the rocks are as red as candy sticks
Trading on deals so rarely kept
Runs Like the Wind is sleeping in ‘til dawn
and gone

Wait ling enough for change to come
figure it out ‘fore your day is done
Rain evens out the cracks in the earth
blooms in a field of green rebirth and sun
and gone

—from After Words, 2014