Springs
Winds
Blow
Mighty
In
New
Mexico.
I hold
My
Hat
Wherever
I go,
As
They
Move
Arizona
Sand
To
Texas,
Simply
To
Vex
Us.
It
Shakes
The
Trees
And
Scatters
Leaves,
Pushes
My
Car
At
Intersections,
Urging
Me
In
Other
Directions.
Today
The
Mountain
Is
Obscured
With
Dust,
And
I wait
For
Summer
Calm,
As
I must.