Yes—alone, I could stop for anything.
Fossil bed at a river’s wrist. Hello
aoudad on Blue Mountain, javelina
gnawing cactus. Stinky the cat hiding
in a closet. Every bee takes an hour
and that hour is the bee’s. Vultures braid through
the sky against the mountain. I under-
stand now, how one could come to doubt words here.
I learn a few names of people to call
friends. We pause in the dark, silent, looking
towards a light at a distance no one can
figure out, our backs to a fading glyph.
The starved coyote in a rancher’s trap
is shot. A type of rain bleeds from its mouth.