40 Miles Out of Gallop

(A Modern Sonnet)              
   
a friend of mine said I should write a poem about a picture I took on a trip to see my family last summer. I titled the picture - Rain in the High Desert, 40 Miles East of Gallop, New Mexico... so I titled the poem - 40 Miles Out of Gallop.  And it goes something like this...              
                
One hundred miles since I hung-up the phone,       
Her echoed voice still whispers in my ear.        
And me, between my once and future homes,    
With only rain and truckers left out here.              
She’s been with me through every twisted turn,       
It's only storm and desert with me now.    
My love for her adds speed to my return,            
As every love song croons her name somehow.        
With darkling sky, like night has had its way,        
In flashes, lighting captures desert’s face.       
But west horizon’s edge still holds the day              
In fading shrines to Sixty-Six’s grace.       
She waits, the forty miles I have to go,      
Our phone call from Gallop, New Mexico.