Garden in the courtyard of a catholic church in Tularosa or La Luz, I forget which. It doesn’t matter.
In this Garden
This blessed oasis
Solitude is not enough
to alleviate my desperation
Cupped in a united palm
of the three magi
They are the rays reaching out through the campanario
In the shadow of St. Francis de Paula
Toll for my sorrow
Toll for my sorrow
The garden never thirsts
It drinks from the mountains Sacramento
Drink from my sadness
An elixcer for the cottonwoods
To forget spring
