Electronic Albite Eyes
floating over rail tracks nonchalant
careless in your youth
to thrum across the country
appearing on the horizon
of Albuquerque nites,
stopped mid-journey you languish here
I could cuddle, hold you
touch your lilac kunzian cheeks
what does it matter,
what of your glowing albite eyes
do they echo care?
would you sit on wall of sacred kiva
climb the ladder to
canyon dwelling caves?
I point my camera lens toward you
exposing film
at electronic shutter speeds
walk with me in sunshine
drive us thru the scruboak hills
raise the dust of prairie powders
wind sifting thru your golden strands
Copyright 1986, edited 2006 njTare
