Archive of New Mexico Poetry – Ruth Martinez

VIII

Sunset. I wade
through crisp sidewalk leaves.
Small birds sit
on a telephone wire,
like newsprint against
the orange and purple sky,
headlining our argument.
One by one they lift off,
launch themselves,
black pebbles thrown
against a cathedral window.
The wire vibrates.
Leaves crunch under shoes.
Will you still be there
when I get home?

About the Poet
Ruth Martinez lives in Albuquerque where the desert with its backdrop of mountains inspires her to write lyrical poetry. She has been writing poetry for ten years and has never been published.