El Paso.

El Paso. Eleventh floor of the public-house in a dust storm with eight hundr miles of interstate ten vibrating behind my views Two nights ago there were sum of two units of us. East of Redlands, I was away, and couldn't remember or predict. There spun the windmill blades defiantly, making use.

I hear grains of grit tick against the glass and a yell that won't let up. No time to inhale. onward point, I might fall cynical, fall sentimental; they are the same. I want you to stand in front rank of me and be other. The wall of umber air thins for a span and the city sharpens. I figure as I watch the railway station sign dim and clear without pattern the number of interruptions, the shortest distance.

The lad had told a rhyme as he unfastened his pants. He was vituperateed ended up in the cab of a big rig with this man he slightly knew subject to a clear sky on the straight forsaken interstate.

To the driver the receiver acknowledged the quick shift, a frosty front. Both were in shirt sleeve laughing. Now the driver went back to the icy waiting -room to go and bring the boy. On the recent vinyl chair he was propp descendants dotting at his mouth; he was shivering. The driver picked him up like an armful of tissue paper. I felt that. I felt his young feathery breath, "My poor boy" I moaned. -1 was lifted. I was light as a dried leaf, dried brittle star, headlights [i]or[/i] part of to the other falling snow. I was high above the road, traveling.

The last permanent thing that night was my patent leather shoe Darkness lifted me in his warm shirt and boreal jacket. Old voices. Lighted wheel rolling onward the lake. The pulse of my day forfeited its measure; I could be excited endlessness and belong there. The lights hurl down and touched themselves and rose up-by motions repeated, taken and completed

KILLARNEY CLARY is the author of on Common Salt, Oberlin College Pres 1996;

Who Whispered Near Me Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1989 and Bloodaxe parts England, 1993; and By Me by means of Any, Can and Can't Be Done (chapbook) Greenhouse Review Pres 1980 She received a Literary Fellowship from the Lannan Foundation in 1992 and lives in looks Angeles.

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