The eye of the sun leopard follows the dancer,
her saguaro arms raised high, the oculi, the false eyes,
like oilspots on the road, follow her every move,
while ox-eyed daisies sway in the aqua air
filled with dreams of red jalopies of another era
that take to the skies like a swarm of bees
seeking a new home on the horizon.
The open road disappears into the distance
mountains pierce the sky, letting all the air out
until we droop like flat tires waiting for a bicycle pump
to clock a little more mileage under our belts.
The hazel-eyed sun and its sunspots—beauty marks—
watch us as the exuberant dancer cartwheels up the road.
But there are also ghost dancers on the plains.
A woman carries a parcel while her sisters rise up
like a dense winter ground fog hiding in the rushes.
And the dancer on the leopard spotted road
with her three legs, and starburst chamise,
is prancing like a runaway circus pony,
while spinning vortices or black holes
are waiting to draw us all in.
6/7/24 CPITS workshop with Jessica Cardenas Wilson
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