Trailer in the High Desert

The great blue sky, expansive here

Like nowhere.

Billowing clouds, travelers,

Shake yellow flowers,

And comb green grass

Across bosomy hills.

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Silence will not fall here,

Held back,

Until summer evenings,

When this landscape sparkles in memories.

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The road here,

Part gravel and slop and long,

Gives way to the people:

An elderly couple,

Easy and rehearsed in their manners,

Anchored by a faded travel trailer,

Rounded and rehearsed in its place,

Matched by cows and sagebrush

in this brief, bright visit

To the thread of a stream,

Where small fish still hold,

Messengers from other times.