West of the Pecos

She in minx boots crept
arrogant cactus in the arroyo
a farmer's windswept acre
old red carpet
soft fall her knees in
toeless pitter-patter
her hard pink feet
stalking in torn stockings
skinned knees
the rudimentary parts of her
red and wet with joy
creek bed curvature where 
precious ivory columns held
the parts of her architecture
a motif of moles
a map to Mars
a guide leading us to the sea
twisted metal skeleton of a boat
abandoned motel
big trucks swallowing lost souls
dried river cracks across the
mooring of some crooked smile
shimmering distance in the heat
the desert dancing
Texas badlands
and the women who walk therein.

TA