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Take Utah

by James Galvin

Take Utah for instance.
There is a land that is content
with the lot of continual dying,
content with an occasional cactus
blossom which is like a gasp.

Utah usually lies open
mouthed, barely breathing under
splintered columns, heroic bones.
Their shadows are like willow
leaves on the land.

The treasure that lies
hidden among the arches,
buried beneath the dry wash
is not Uranium or even water.
It is water’s cool breath.
It is a ghost that floods
the chapped arroyo;
that nurtures match-like
spires sun bound;
that soothes Utah’s body,
bathes it in sandstone.


James Galvin will have a poem in an upcoming issue of Poetry Northwest. (Spring 1975)

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