Rivers to the Sea (Collection)/Night in Arizona

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NIGHT IN ARIZONA

The moon is a charring ember
Dying into the dark;
Off in the crouching mountains
Coyotes bark.


The stars are heavy in heaven,
Too great for the sky to hold—
What if they fell and shattered
The earth with gold?


No lights are over the mesa,
The wind is hard and wild,
I stand at the darkened window
And cry like a child.