Inspired by
Summer's Green Arcanum
1975, oil on canvas mounted on masonite, 36" x 58"
Collection of the El Paso Museum of ArtSummer's Green Arcanum 1975


There's a quickness to the evening,
distant, sharp, the shaking of
leaves, quieted,
more distant
& sharper still
in the sun;
sharpest on your skin
that used to steep in
mountainside shade,
clinging to the breeze,
moving clouds, edging,
slicing shapes of
childhood memories
across the plains.

I drive past
quickly
down
a barbed lane
of old wells on
mournful bluffs.

I swim in the
black flood
of ache
& bitch-heart
as I ride
companionless.

I accelerate &
greet the braying
of mules
in the bristling shrub.

I wrestle with god
as when
the world
was
brand
new.

It's
cold
comfort
for
a
long
road,
but
I
sub-
mit..

Horses stretch riderless in the sun.