jamie

there is a place in the west
where she wanted us to spread her ashes

a redrock landscape of natural sculpture,
of azure sky and saguaros

where people are afraid to utter the word skinwalker,
where the UFOs most like to play

that’s where her compass pointed.

i think her ashes still vibrate
with the pull of the magnet;

it reaches a rainbow arm
across the country to meet her.

i’m finally meeting her, too.
i dip my hands into the colors.

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