Driving by in the harsh light of day a place you wouldn’t consider an oasis
no pool no pond
Not even preferable to the asphalt ribbon of highway 441 flowing past new threadbare chains of old capitol up to the briarpatch and beyond
Egyptian compounds, white columns glass towers Greek temples
What white heat renders opaque inhospitable inscrutable
Sunset reveals azure with cobalt doors below a cerulean sky tinged in pale pink
High windows transcend confines of reality and this might be the same light shining later in Moriarty
or Tucumcari
No pool no pond
Just glass puddle mirror reflecting infinity
and transient beauty of a long day’s ascent into silken night
NMc