Mabel’s gate is kept unlocked and here
We gather, winged and cooing like
Pigeons housed in lofty pinion roosts.
Daybreak is easy. The cottonwoods feel
Shock of color. They come into being
Outside painted windows look toward
The West once wild now sacred, fading.
Desert night is still. Bedded in
Adobe walls, sweet spirits circle heat
Of kiva while tequila stories spin
Drunken sisters laughing at their feet.