Scully, New Mexico

I can’t whistle, but I 
did once in Roswell

when I blew steam 
across the water 

like that cartoon of 
the Northern Wind. like 

the Earth I ask,
when did that happen?

you kiss the ground 
but it isn’t there. I bite my 

tongue to find some
you ask for a light 

but add that little
don’t take me

— a disclaimer
I think that’s just for me

If I wasn't here I think
you'd be gone 

already