Easy as horses without predations-
Like conquistadors laying with
Their crosses;
Bearded mouths all soft spoken-
Her hands laid across beaches of yellow
Yoke-
Despoiled in the morning
By golden trumpets
Brought to yellow lips:
Fireworks sols in
New Mexico,
As something else just as beautiful
Evaporates into the sky.
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