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July Desert

Two old friends still young
when we crossed the desert.
We had never been out to that
barren beautiful madness,
we had never been
to many places then.

It was July fourth, I drove
your American truck through the
shifting landscape in changing light.
You, asleep from a Las Vegas hangover,
we had to make it to Albuquerque.

Little sparks interrupted the skyline
like gunfire, every desert town in
every direction celebrated independence.
Dozens of towns sent up their flares,
layers of color from two-second torches
bursting in the dark desert.

I drove through that warzone of happiness,
reflecting on how those towns came to be,
the settlement of scratching slowly west,
an impulse to be content stopping there
so that their cheerful explosions could
light up sparse plants and sand covered
bones, light up all the truck’s mirrors and windows
with color confusion, light up my face in the
windshield to make me look at myself for brief moments,
driving free as I would ever be across the July desert.

Kyle McHale           2015

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Deep at the Roots

When the light fades over the hills,
The world quiet and resting,
Among the creatures place you sit
At odds with what you are thinking.

Know that life is fast, life is slow,
Sit and rest in your wooden chair,
Breathe it all in to cycle out,
Trust your thoughts to that low lit air.

Let it take your troubles out there,
Sit easy for a time and then
Your thoughts will spread in that soft wind
To find you back in a time when

Dirt and cricket chirps had meaning,
When nothing mattered but the sun,
When crayfish waited for your small hands,
When you first had to trust someone.

That breeze will bring it back to you,
Remind you life is not that way,
Then as the early night time falls
Be thankful for the warmth that day,

And sweetness flows deep in the ground,
That pulsing life just under foot,
Just dirt and crickets singing loud,
Touch all of life deep at the roots.

Kyle McHale      2010

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Grandfathers and Legends

That only in the world of theirs,
Something round the rocking chairs,
That only sit on hallowed ground,
Wisdom coming through as sound.

Just gather round, gather round,
A proper spot that must be found.
What light is there from you to me?
A glimpse of it I wish to see.

Tell me something I don’t know
About a battle in the snow.
Tell me something I need now,
About the time you fought that cow.

Tell me something of your love,
A passion that I know not of.
Tell me what has made you strong,
A mystery or favorite song.

Tell me how you’ve lived so well,
I want to know the secret spell.
Tell me something of your youth
When you discovered simple truth.

Tell me something of the land,
Of how you worked it with your hands.
Tell me something of a friend,
Of how you saw him through the end.

A story told to me I’ll keep,
And think of when I fall asleep.
A glimpse of hope I can dream on,
To carry with me when you’re gone.

Kyle McHale      2012


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