Tourism

Tourism

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Utah is so many stacked saltines; this state is

overcooked. Hopefully this road is already

nameless; I am sure that the wind behind your

car will suck it down into the tire-strewn

canyon with the snakes and sage. Heat

bends the road, browns the stones,

burns the clouds.

The already wide open valley opens up

and we are incomprehensibly small together,

both from the lush Southern hills,

you pause your thoughts of God to ask me

in genuine interest if I am writing poetry

when I see these things and I can’t reply

precisely, but I know that a poem would

crush the scenery in a way that prayer

wouldn’t. Later, you won’t see the dime-sized

lizard hatchlings, these serious jewels, but

I will. Crossing my path, darting under rocks,

frantically alive, all over, and already at home

....Andy Trebing