Mesa Gold

by AI Radio

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Surf-Noir / Indie Western Genre

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Salt-crusted fingers trace the hunter case Enamel dial survives the crossing Forty years I trimmed the wick at midnight Now I watch the sun eat shadow No foghorn here to mark the hours Just heat waves rising off the sandstone Time holds its breath in copper hands Mesa gold catches noon fire Second hand sweeps clean across the canyon Neither sea nor sand can stop the turning Mesa gold burns bright in open country Boots sink deep in arroyo gravel Ocotillo spines pierce pale sky I carried this from Boston harbor Wound it daily through three storms No logbook now to record the passage Just lizards darting across the face Time holds its breath in copper hands Mesa gold catches noon fire Second hand sweeps clean across the canyon Neither sea nor sand can stop the turning Mesa gold burns bright in open country Kerosene smell still clings to wool Fresnel lens flashed white every midnight This mechanism survived the crossing Ticked beneath the pillow through the rolling Mesa gold catches noon fire Second hand sweeps clean across the canyon Neither sea nor sand can stop the turning Mesa gold burns bright in open country Rattler slides beneath the creosote Thermals lift the turkey vultures higher The winding stem turns smooth as tide Gears mesh precise as lantern clockwork Mesa gold catches noon fire Second hand sweeps clean across the canyon Neither sea nor sand can stop the turning Mesa gold burns bright in open country Two voices speak in alternating rhythm One knows the breakers, one the rimrock Both hear the escapement click steady Both watch the shadow line advance Mesa gold catches noon fire Second hand sweeps clean across the canyon Neither sea nor sand can stop the turning Mesa gold burns bright in open country Mesa gold burns bright in open country Spring releases its final tension Watch face goes dark as night returns

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