"Taos"
Jillena Rose
Bones are easier to find than flowers
in the desert, so I paint these:
Fine white skulls of cows and horses.
When I lie flat under the stars
in the back of the car, coyotes howling
in the scrub pines, easy to feel how those bones
are so much like mine: Here is my pelvis,
like the pelvis I found today
bleached by the sun and the sand. Same
hole where the hip would go, same
white curve of bone beneath my flesh
same cradle of life, silent and still in me.
On this day in...
2011:
"Meditations in Langunitas" by Robert Hass2010:
"Evening Chess" by Charles Simic2009:
"Please" by Robert Brautigan2008: Weekend, no poem
2007:
"Resume" by Dorothy Parker I only said, I'm sure/whales were swimming under us by the dozens.