Moving On

Time runs slowly down
the west flank of the Continental Divide,
thumbs a ride to Duncan,
Arizona, and goes
into the restaurant on a Sunday
afternoon, to be
the only customer.
It wanders out
to the park where leaves
are falling around the silent bandstand,
ticks along the only street,
stopping to address
the old cars back of houses
being claimed by the ground on which
they stand.
It stops to greet the man
standing in the doorway
under a No Vacancy sign at
the Duncan Hotel, but his eyes are lost
among leaves changing color
across the way, so it’s back
to the dining room
for a dessert
of the Country Western music
that plays all day
through the kitchen radio,
but every song sounds
like every other one.
It wants more
George Jones and Ernest Tubb:
some cheating and redemption,
but Nashville’s in control
and sunset is a threadbare flag
across the cowboy sky.

David Chorlton looks forward to getting back into the nearby desert park as springtime progresses. That park proved interesting enough to him to base a short book of poems and paintings last year, The Inner Mountain (published by Cholla Needles in Joshua Tree, CA). The coyotes come down to the streets in his neighborhood and move with style! Read other articles by David.