Horizons and Rains.
Interstate 40 from Albuquerque to Gallup.
Witness to the brown people stumbling Sunday
afternoon northwards.
Where's the rain that feels so good?
And totally the mountains dark buttes.
Maybe, if the Hopis and Navajos quit Messing around Ackley says,
'where it has always been, the brown people losing trails,
and finding trails, and losing them, and finding again.
The horizons and rains in the far distance.