Armadillo hills, hunching away.
Rooting in to ground
That hoisted them
To starless skies.
Caliche roads that led away
From where I thought
My steps should go—held vaguely
In my dreams, the hills
Intrigue…
So eagerly I left
What seemed only barren land—
But tell me,
Does the green-glass water sneak
Past sleeping towns,
And do the hills
Hunch away…
Or were they always
Reaching out?