Dispatch 01: New Mexico

Something about the way red Oklahoma hills fall
into Texas cattle flats
makes me crave a cigarette.

To stop on the side of the road
& let the westbound sun burn
a bit of me as I burn just one,
smoke curling around me in the wind.

Of course the alternative is just as good, more rewarding even.
I remember this as I tell the boy in the backseat I love him with a simple sign
across a car of our sleeping loved ones.