your boot was turned the wrong way
on the post out by the highway
- sharp toe pointing to the south
away from where you've been
you're no stranger to the rangers
living dangerously on the edge
- sidewinders in the sagebrush
whispering to the wind
the anasazi built this home
stacking stone one by one
- far above the canyon
of petroglyphs and wrens
i knew i'd find you by the fire
talking to the ghosts of smoke and drum
- in the ruins above the dunes
reminiscing with your friends
- reminiscing, reminiscing
on the blue mesa.
r ~ 11/6/14