The San Luis Valley ABCs

Altitude defies melt, clings to snow
beneath a sun perched on a blue beam
cantilevered invisibly into starry
dark. You’ll never,
ever see the stars
fight emptiness like this.
Goddamn! You’ll say.
How have I never seen the galaxy’s milk?
I only now am full denizen of earth.
Just blame city mazes, convenient concrete,
know that a lifetime of humid,
low skies can blind, obscure the mind.
Mountains named for blood make a bowl for a
never to be seen sea.
Over subterranean ocean caverns, earth is desert.
Poor, salty white crust (Google Earth it)
quit acting fertile decades ago, but for green circles.
Recently I heard a story of alpine fed creeks
sucked underground quickly each
time monofarmers turn on pivot spigots.
Unbelievable, you’ll say, but listen.
Visit creeks at just the right time.
Watch the water rise and fall and wish.
Xeriscape reacts with little food.
You’ll see. Ask Chris Canaly about
zero tolerance for water greed.


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