Sagittarius

 Under wet skies, I feel in the dark

the lapwing waves of the sultry Colorado river.

Eyeing outcrop of fences

and motel eyescratcher REST HERE

I swim naked under Sagittarius

bow strung taut, classical and close.

Near the Four Corners I remember

laying back like patchquilt 

on the patio chair the feeling 

sun, its beating beauty, 

men in the shadows holding their breath.

The coy whispering dog.

The heat closing the eyelids of the town

and watching the dust and tumbleweed

come to rest as if awakening finally

out of its dream.

It is the deep soul, so many dreams

in that river

no longer magnetized by the flesh