Steven Schroeder | Utah is a map of the world
From green to red cross-hatched with canyons
So deep you'd think they'd gotten to the bottom of things.
Mountains topped with snow in June,
Drawn on paper folded ten thousand times
By a baroque divinity in love with complication.
A crumpled page from Picasso's sketchbook.
A cluster of suburbs on a highway pendant
That dangles from Idaho toward Las Vegas,
Keeping the world at bay with weed eaters,
Riding mowers, an arsenal of chemicals,
Sprinklers running full tilt at midday
In defiance of the sun.
from Petroglyph | 2000
