Iowa, Nov. 14, 65° Farenheit. They call it Indian Summer. In the desert it was fall. Corn, pork, and soybean prices are recited 3 times a day (no one speaks Spanish, just futures). The desert sits flat and tan and the sky is not afraid to bend low to it. The Iowa sky arches its back away from the ground...
"To a Friend in the New Mexico Desert,"
Sketch: Vol. 49
, Article 6.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol49/iss1/6