Blink Sarah Torribio While the stars blink away their tears

and their breath hovers like puffs of
air from a horse's nostrils on autumn

mornings, I remember you, sometimes

escaping to the quiet reaches of the

high desert until I can share the

sky's immense introspection, other

times speeding, foot-to-floor, to Vegas,

where boredom has hammered a chain

of lights so bright they obliterate heaven.