Just beyond the state border,
there is a swath of land.
It lies untouched,
not even disturbed by the harsh desert wind.
It is a mix of nature,
green yet gold.
An oasis, but still a dry desert.
A hybrid of beauty.
Where the grass is a thin sheet above the grainy sand,
and jagged mountains are now gentle hills.
The trees are short and stubby,
and hidden among the plants I know there must be a river.
I can see the rabbits dipping their muzzles in the cool water,
and the fishes swimming quickly downstream.
An envisioned bighorn clambers down to take a sip,
and the siphoning trees grow taller and stronger.
Just beyond the state border,
there lies a swath of land.
It lies untouched,
yet felt by all.














