Jerome Arizona

Jerome AZ

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Jerome

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Nearby Jerome copper mines

turned the grassy meadow brassy

tingy to the taste of a bleak landscape

lowering from ancestrial Pueblos’ mazes.

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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.

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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.

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The town joy engulfed with the most experimental

and expressive of arts, for a conservative

valley of straight-laced thinkers.

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Into Sedona, AZ

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From the Colorado North, into Sedona

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We ride over a corner and the Ponderosa Pine

falls suddenly off to the left.

Entering the Oak Creek Canyon narrows down

to Sedona.

We walked a figure eight around the courthouse

then bell rock, a four mile entry into the city we’d call home for the next four nights.

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The Hoodoos of Bryce Canyon

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Hoodoos

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Chess pawn pieces

ornaments to the garden

left to freeze

in an eruption of the landscape

exposed to a dry cobalt sky.

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The sand residue glistens

fills up the prongs of the aloe plant

starves the tree roots of stable ground

leaving in the remains

Queen Elizabeth on her thrown

wallstreet and a lazy alligator

all in bad luck.

On the North Rim

Down Kaibab on the North Rim

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A rock fell, but we didn’t see the sound

Of gunshots rumbling, echoing off ancient carvings

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The same source happened by helicopter

The twirling blades chopping louder and louder

And finally we saw, miles away, a small white bubble.

Visiting the Grand Canyon

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Over the Grand Canyon

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Are you wondering above the smog

over the canyon

the bright sky that hugs

low humid afternoons

about the sound of a gunshot

wound tumbling, echoing off

ancient carvings, rocks that fall.

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The coveted beauty turned

a shoulder to our societies’

ignored warning

the warmest summer on record

for America cried

the glistening drops of honeysuckle

blooming a month too early.

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A shadow glow of misty morning dew

rising foot in front of foot step wide

paths with wind sounds river melodic

like living next to an ocean, but here

in the desert the shifting of low wheat tassels

blow together, wind making an offering

to the hot hot sun.

The Grand Canyon

Small World

We walk like tourists

in our soft shoes

scuffing the earth

with or eyes

we listen to colors

watch rainbows and forests

blow over with the storm

of a flickering candle.

Praying in the Desert

Praying in the Desert

Long shadows on the hollow rock

walking among monuments of the desert

the agave century plant blooms pads of self-rising yellow buds.

The Ave Maria of the mountains

field song swelling in the Chapel of the Holy Cross

the red risen church with low benches for praying

and viewing the psychedelic flowers of the desert.