Dream-time journey

I ran an errand this evening
And I turned my car to the East
And there I beheld,
With just a subtle touch of irony,
A sky of Southwestern turquoise,
As if fashioned by the wrinkled
Fingers of a wizened Navajo holy man,
And the inset moon was a bright silver peso
Lost in the sand of an old border town,
And found and reset against the stone-blue sky.

And I rolled my windows down
And I breathed deep the cool night air,
So sweet with the fragrance of Spring's flowers' blooming,
And I picked up our Mexican take-out
At the corner strip shopping center
And dreamed of that turquoise night, bejeweled with tiny, diamond stars
And found my evening rest
Out on the broad, limitless desert plain.