Nearby Jerome copper mines
turned the grassy meadow brassy
tingy to the taste of a bleak landscape
lowering from ancestrial Pueblos’ mazes.
Toward the hills of a glistening J
the lights of Jerome draw
day-time travelers to sit sipping beer
from the balcony of an old Asylum.
Turquoise infused Juniper wood
lies in the precious glassed galleries
where the locals tell time on spring-loaded clocks
bouncing from ‘8’ balls (Pura Gallery)
anything to tell us what the sun is doing.
The town joy engulfed with the most experimental
and expressive of arts, for a conservative
valley of straight-laced thinkers.