Arizona

Arizona

Another sunny day on the highway
Out past Ajo, but aren’t they all?
I think of Jimmy and his dad
Who I always thought
Was an Arizona Viking,
Until the one chilly winter’s evening
When the virus got him too.
Now I pray for Jimmy
And his mom
When I pass through this land,
Squinting in the sun
And imagine
I will be in heaven here,
When no more winters come.