RED MUSE POEMS  

WestTexasnomakeup

Winsome
red air like a sweet honey
through great empty slate sky;
a lass in the sun
magically here
on the lonely highway.

The Red Planet.


Fresh kind shadow through radiant eyes.
She's one of those movies you see as a kid
and when she appears you instantly fall in love;

who is she? 

She comes from the sand to be made into glass
          by the sun.

Tumbling red mists through
 which we see men and women in a series
of perfect poses;

an instant

at the center of the universes'
     intention.

She has come out of the full canals of Mars,
delicate and shy, a burst of happy fire from the
           ironic  heart;

there,
out in West Texas somewhere
and West Texas never forgot her.