Ink made from wild plums, cochineal, salt and alum on watercolor paper, framed
9 x 12 inches
Far out in the empty expanses
is a desert home
scrub and cedar are hours away
rock and dust and sand are here
cactus flowers burst in May and cows
bow earnestly as your car winds past on silver roads.
The land spreads out along your hands, held out from open windows,
wide like grins, heart-full and strong, the mountains
could be missed at night, by untrained eyes,
but their bodies are mighty under West Texas skies.