Postcard To The Devil's Kitchen

home is japanese maple, unbearably
tender and green

I am sending us back to sedona
where rocks are an honest color

a blossoming tree
full of fingernails

afraid to turn on the window
to see what the crows are up to

in fields (there still
are some) in this one

horses are waiting
to bite out my throat

there is much to be said for a hole
that everyone can see