In the New Mexico Desert
a big shadow of two wings
on my way
proves
there are living things
on this empty land
yes, a strange river may flow
on the horizon
and
an indian village may be there
fortunately,
evening comes very slowly
and
light from a far village
comforts me
like a star's
now real thick darkness creeps
into the desert
but the sky is still blue
as in the sea
God draws a line
where the sky is meeting the desert,
as a carpenter
i wonder whether he is an indian
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