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from Issue Number 2, 2009

by Samantha Mineo Myers

Scenic Route

I found it strange to photograph
Chimayo's painted gravesites: stopped parades
of glass-eyed dolls, persistent silken blooms
in pall from unrelenting sun. The plots,

not flat, but mounds; impedimenta stuck
with pinwheels flashing codes, urgent missives
from the missed. To call it art implies
intention, propaganda bent

on finding viewers to convince: in death
are flashbulbs, prisms
. At home,
the driveway pebbles turned, through rain
and oxidation, my pickup's rusty blue;

the bedroom floor, a pamphleteer
in hues: the Zuni prayer mat's village street,
with roofs of modest brownish-pink,
the Oriental rug with stems that curve

like boulevards. Outside, the dark
promotes the stars. What we author makes
no claim on homage; our devices
crack against nature's artless weight.

 

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