The next three poems are about--
it's particularly about Tucson, very local.
The first of these is called "Noon, Linda Vista Road."
And I have some good friends from the ranch at Linda Vista
here tonight, but I wish to make it clear that Linda Vista
Road is not Linda Vista Ranch, although I've
been at both places.
"Noon, Linda Vista Road."
North of Tucson, mountains are dragging their brown bodies
slowly forward, blind from staring too long at the sun.
Like the hooded women of the muralists, Rivera and Orozco,
they have taken their black shawls
and left these broken stones.