perched squatting
between rocks with wavy seams
of opposing crystal teeth
I can see the edge of the canyon
drawing a shadow's boundary
across the Rio Grande so much
more real than the notion
that this side is Texas, that
Mexico. an unshod stallion
with a white star snorts and
pisses as vultures play
in the wall-channeled breeze
and rising heat, as crows socialize
in the palaces of rock opposite
the boulder warming my back.