Showing posts with label New Mexico. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Mexico. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Fade-resistant red



An engineer must have placed this cross, which stands at attention beside the fence, its arms lining precisely with the second strand of wire.


A geometric red ornament with name and dates provides the only color in the scene.

East Navajo Drive
Hobbs, New Mexico

Queen of the family



This one faces away from oncoming highway traffic and instead looks at the unpaved road its red dirt as hard as the months-long drought.

Two large silver conchos adorn the arms like surrendering palms turning toward sunlight.

In the late winter afternoon thin light distills everything into shades of tan.

The top of the cross from la familia is crowned by two glass door pulls, screwed one into the other.

US 62/82
Lea County, New Mexico

Alfredo got a new cross

Cupped by the road’s downhill curve, the stand of overgrown trees crowds two crosses, their shameless whiteness rising suddenly in the descending darkness.
Both crosses keep the same red-on-white color scheme, though rust spots escape the paint on the flower-ornamented shorter one.
Where does this end? Will the bearer of flowers have to place an even taller marker?
Santa Rosa, New Mexico

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

As though flung

Skinny road threads between black cliff, cold river. On the curve’s cusp, the well-ordered cross hugs a rock, a tree.
Routed edges of bright pine boards catch filtered mountain sun. A ring of faded blue flowers cups FATHER-stamped wood and a pot of flowers lies overturned, as though flung container-first from a passing car.
State Highway 63
San Miguel County, New Mexico

Sunday, July 27, 2008

To smooth the roughened edges

Flags and flowers,
age indicated by fade, are bunched
at the base of a metal memorial
featuring a tow truck,
arched letters, plastic-shrouded pink teddy bear,
a new, sky-colored ball cap,
a Master-locked box.
A round tin sits on the cabinet,
ROSEBUD PERFUME COMPANY just legible.
The contents have melted
in the Sangre de Cristo sun, leaving only
a greasy film of Rosebud Slave
smeared with dirt and dead ants.
Did Joey Crispin have chapped lips?
Or was he fond of roses?
Interstate 25
San Miguel County, New Mexico

Friday, July 25, 2008

What happened to the Dugans

Roadside weeds keep a respectful distance
from lumpy concrete bases
supporting identical metal markers.
A golden necklace, looped like a rosary
around Martha's cross, has three
colored glass gems, orphans' birthstones.
From the highway
the arms seem to touch - 
Mike reaching to his wife
forever.
US Highway 84
deBaca County, New Mexico