oh those mimeo days! crank it out on the kitchen table . . . this was 125 copies printed july 1973 in san francisco . . . all copies signed by Kell . . . borracho press . . . 52 pages . . .— Larry Goodell

CORONADO NATIONAL MONUMENT

Wind again yes
and trees naked
of leaves and yes
rock–the sand blown
away from it

these ruins where
people once lusted
these skies men
groped under
for salvation maybe
or a woman who wept
when they hurt

one bowl of beans
one unshod horse
galloping
as the wind caught his mane
and made him wilder

My friend Jimmie
a Hopi
gathers his pennies
and buys us
Tokay
and we drink it
under the cut bank of the Rio Grande
He throws the three
extra pennies
into the river

wind
again
wind

In town my daughter
plays with a kitten
too small for stalking
My lady gone

cold
cold

Repetitive yes it
has to be it is
a circle
a meandering it’s
intrinsic element
human suffering

we sing
Indian songs
Cowboy songs
and drink our wine
talk about how
tough
we are
how truly
Gods
we were
as the Rio Grande
catches our pennies
and mocks them in
its muddiness

Small trees
caught by the wind
unable to lean
break
popping
a brittle song
along the river bank

when love sags
and a bottle of cheap wine
is our blanket against
rock hard death
with his damn hands
all over us.