It's been referred to as affection
Of style
A cleaner look from the onset
Dust scattering on bone streets
As a wind turns down San Mateo
Up another mile on Sandia Lookout
The shimmering takes on
Like a gray old photograph
Thunderheads frozen
Gust off the mountain
In claim of an epic moment
So we, only acquainted with the land,
See it from the sky
The earth texture of a city
Spread evenly
And Grand River brown
Sidewinds in way
Through high desert plain
We took evening view in the lounge
Margaritas and lore
Saturating our thoughts
Shattering brilliance of every window
And taillight dark
Weaving a thread between the venues
Of the real denizens of a city
In a division of the world
Separate from all other
Isolation
Steeped in ghosts of the West