Next poem is called Autumn Shower in the Santa Catalinas.
I'm not sure they are the best of my earlier poems,
but they're close to Tucson. Autumn Shower.
The man in black talking to the mountain
The rain taking it all down
Short hand on my windshield
The mountain folds that wings and says nothing
Tears each intolerable vision distorting the world
The soft feet slurring
Silence a blue ear, and the branches of winter
The sky waiting there in the spaces