I like New Mexican dreams,
thirty years ago i was a child
running there.
Twenty years ago I was wild
running on a Florida beach,
but I could see the veil
both times
and it got thinner
as the years went on
breathing was easier than seeing
yet time and again I forgot
about it completely.
Ten years ago I ran
off a cliff in Arizona.
Now I ride a bus in Oregon,
close my eyes and find sunshine
soaked in fog.