If I'd had a GPS
on that trip to Arizona
I would have turned north
instead of south when I left
Tempe.
If I'd had a GPS
I would have noticed
much sooner that I was on
my way to Nogales instead of
Phoenix.
If I'd had a GPS
I wouldn't have made a late
U Turn in Nogales
just as dusk drenched the
desert.
If I'd had a GPS
I would have been in Phoenix already
and missed the earth bursting with bloom,
exploding against a mauve and golden
sky
like a murder of crows.
3 comments:
Such lovely tiny memoirs xo
Love finding you here, each day.
I love this poem too. Nature, even in the desert, is a buffet of poems ready to be written I am glad you wrote this one.
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