Let's go! said the mother to the three boys
Do we have to asked the eldest.
I'm hungry said the middle, wishing to stay home.
I, the youngest, knowing we would go, said nothing.
It had rained and still sprinkled, the reason for this
excursion to the vacant desert north of town
on a dirt road in the Kelly green
pre-war Mercury family car.
Roll the windows down, she ordered, and we all obeyed
We had arrived at her favorite place
to smell the greasewood in the rain.
When the rain is on the greasewood by the Rio Grande
I remember mother fondly for natures gifts she wished to share,
Her love for greasewood and desert sunsets.
I still can feel her there.
