Hands at ten & two,
late Miles on Bluetooth,
I’m driving north
where once it rained,
where I rode my old gelding
around the reservation,
visiting the hogans
of my friends. We’d
drink coffee & laugh
at my little orange horse,
his cow hocks, his blaze face
& his nasty disposition.
I’m driving north, yes, listening
to Miles play “Yesternow”
& searching for the red-tailed hawk
that’s followed me for days.
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
I've lived in Tucson since 1953 and retired in 2008 from teaching writing at Pima Community College.
My poems have appeared in journals like [iCarolina Quarterly, Barrow Street, RATTLE, and [iNew Poets of the American West. Free Hugs, my 13th poetry collection, was just published by Coyote Arts (Albuquerque). To order or for more information about my poetry, visit
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