Between Here and New Mexico
I feel an urge to be gone from here
a longing to be on the road
because somewhere between here and New Mexico
an unseen dust devil dances joyously
across the desert
toward a mountain
without a name.
Here in Tucson
the Catalina’s are cloaked in cloud
while midday traffic snarls
but I can clearly
hear the same music
that dust devil dances to.
Don’t you?
—Bill Baber
This article appears in Apr 6-12, 2017.
Nice poem. Three constructive suggestions:
1) “unseen” and “joyously” in the fourth sentence seem redundant.
2) Omit the apostrophe in Catalinas.
3) The poem could be stronger without the last two words.
Just sayin”.