Hitch-hiking on Highway 78, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park


1. My thumb is


toward heaven

unseen by


Ford campers


blind tons of pro-

pane ovens


potties, people

whining down blacktop

crying their weight.


2. I had sloughed

my metal skin

talked to


yellow lizards

young jack rabbits.

Even grinning coyote

slinking and whispering

death was kind.

Rapscallion raven

half brother

told me

the turtle man

would give me a ride.


3. Leather shelled

eyes like

lapis lazuli

he took me miles

into the afternoon.

A loser

farmer of sand

the turtle man

drove a car

of sage, jim-

son weed,

had married the lizard queen

became regal

and so slow he

heard granite sigh

mountains grow.


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I've been writing mostly poetry for many years and have gotten a number of works accepted in publications and anthologies. I'm most interested in communicating with poets for whom craft is a high priority. I enjoy finding and commenting on poetic gems in other people's work. For my own work, I welcome polite comments, whether positive or critical.

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