our
paths may have crossed
about
the time the art galleries found a home
on
main street
long
after the copper mine wars
now
metal desert
a
dustbin portal from the wobblies 1917 strike
&
deportation from the land of the 'free'
i
don't know if utah phillips ever wrote
a
song about it
but
he might have
and
long before that
the
songs of the hohokam
now
sculpted into cold rock
transitioned
into old frame houses of living color
oil
paint on canvas
frame
makers and fabric artists
i
can see a singer/songwriter
in
a vintage studio
&
tourists climbing those hills
carrying
their own crosses
and
yes there's always love
kate
wolf
heartbeats hands & a voice
caught
just in time
when the verde valley
sings
---
e b bortz
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