Gia Civerolo

ghazal: is there a vacancy or not?

 

“No” was obliterated from the vacancy sign lonely by black highways

Bullet like bells ring, animals hear nights, passengers’ pass highways

 

Cliche ghosts pull faded red curtains, abandon motels unpack highways

Western film frame desert scenery, remembering acts past highways

 

She rode her horse sand color, both covered in layers red dust highways

Galloping along chasing trains zig-zagging tracks her down highways

 

Desert painted rich colors eons ago or black and white photo highways

She heard the am radio static in her belly missing you and baby highways

 

Sky was the prettiest blues as any state would claim right above highways

Character clouds revealing signs for days, white chrome chip hole highways

 

Tee-Pees with titles Beer, Coffee and Ice too hot for tourists’ track highways

Look up to and see where the cliff pueblos, twinkling, staring sky highways

 

Pull over on Route 66 now often Disneyfied so we remember highways

Desert daughter of son/sun growing in a Georgia O’Keefe painting highways