her in arizona, me here

we talk
for two hours.

the conversation goes everywhere.

she in Arizona,
me here.

her with green cabinets.
that santa fe

look.

the golden sky.
the dry
field.

the dust and weary cacti,
horses
running loose.

we talk. we talk. we eat.
we drink.

we rest the phone between our
shoulders.

two strangers
on the wire, on the line
in the air.

silence is rare, then we go
on about

our lives. finally hanging up.
her in arizona,

me here.