This Being Late Spring in Sonora

We imagine him
Walking to his car—

A man seeking just
The right music

To drive away to
            & how this

Tells us everything
About him

            Everything
But how the soft

Baby voice of his
Absence & the motel

He leaves half-buried
In grass—his eyes

Catastrophic with
Stars—seem notable

For their candor
               & so we

Imagine ourselves
Just leaving one

Night—like him
Our cars idling in

The chill air but
Nobody in them

Raymond Farr’s poetry books are available at http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/blueandyellowdogpress. His work appears in Eunoia Review, Otoliths, Calibanonline, Posit, Forklift, Ohio, Word For/Word, & elsewhere. Raymond is editor of Blue & Yellow Dog & The Helios Mss.

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