Dry grass ripples in perpetual wind

Golden razor edges shining like lamps

Chain-rolled acres of thirsty juniper wood

One branch will send flames five feet high

Have you ever seen a snowflake in Arizona

Red dirt roads stretch and yawn

Cattle graze either side

Houses of the dispossessed with unpainted silver foil walls

Soft red ground under blue gray steel afternoon sky

Storms approaching never quite make it all the way there

Have you ever seen a snowflake in Arizona

Have you ever seen a snowflake in Arizona