The turn to Chaco Canyon. Our Pleistocene manners our roadkill headlights. I ll be a married man. Over Ute Mountain blue thunderclouds, yellow lightning ploughing the gorge. And foolish human never learns.
Crickets never die, just people.
De Angulo heard the sharp refrain. Old as ice it s in his book. Humans got regret. Wisdom old as ice. A hunch d locust drags along the dried up creek.