there is a lot of light that asks me to stay
—for A and S

do you know how many types
of palm trees there are

whispering in AZ have you seen
the cottoncandyclouds bloom

lavender-pink : then mango-
gold —those sunrises that make you plum

switch sides of the road to get
the best view make you

forget your self— all of you
the sunrise transforms

& the suns red carpet is pink
and coral and never ever only one color

& the mountain silhouettes
are its adoring fans

here where 4 mountain ranges meet
make holy the valley & the city inside

where i orient myrself
by which mountain range which igneous

metamorphic sedimintary stones i face
make holy where rattlebirds and hummingsnakes

are everywhere i watch out
for them

it has been written if there is light there is life
& there is a lot of light that asks me to stay

where the sunrise sky makes me look past
the electric lines— past

the ember burning
in my throat that has been there

that has refused
to cool to ash