moocat.net - poetry - Flashpoems: Driving I-10, I-25, I-40, I-70, by Luis Alberto Urrea

(Reprinted from Exquisite Corpse.)
1.	Storm over the Rockies, drop solo out of sawblade clouds on I-70 mtns cut to mesas Buffalo Bill's buried still atop Lookout Mtn, but grave's gone into this tundra of rain.
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2.	Guy says: a mesa's wider than it is tall; a butte's taller than it is wide. You squeeze another 35 cents unleaded into the tank.
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3.	Gray thief fog sneaks through Grand Junction, tucks weedy lots into its sack, even rabbits feel safe from the falcon.
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4.	Last night a cricket said Nerdua, Neruda, Neruda.
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5.	Trucks dive into snow squalls: pale paler gone.
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6.	Winter wheat stalks bend: red bows fiddle sky.
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7.	Crows on that telephone line: restless necklace black laughing pearls.
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8.	Magpie pecking a snowbank: poemless page & spilled inkwell.
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9.	Green River. Fog shreds in wind: a pine steps forward, and another.
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10.	rust car wreck rattlegrass clover burrheads dog bones bottleglass lizard here's a poem: pumpjacks.

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