Followed you out to the valley of fire
Climbed the rock just to tower higher
Cut my hand on the down climb
Jaw dropped and then
Paper skin
Will it ever be the same again?
Feet out the window to the dead milkmen
Steel tree fireworks from red rock den
Periwinkle sky brush stroke contrails
Desert borne again
Paper skin
Will it ever be the same again?
Ripples and grass patterns in the sand
Stealing rocks from stolen land
To the Griffin in old Downtown
Til it all starts to spin
Paper skin
Will it ever be the same again?
Photo credits Rhonda Turnbough & John Rose, Nevada 2009
