Trapped Arizona

Claws of fire distending from her emerald back My Arizona lies beneath the white speck of sun Whose icy blades pierce the glitter of her veins, Green and gold beneath its sheath of rusting red. Arizona, my piece of Mojave, languidly dreams In her sea-bitten bed of New England sand Ignoring the eyes of the jack-rabbit whose Ceramic curves reflect the tremulous spines Of glowing Arizona atop the window sill. The radiator coughs its gusts and rumbles To assuage the chill of the December azure. Arizona stares at the watery sky. The painted rabbit has woken the longing, A primal desire for a dusted breeze Within her potted, makeshift summer Of stuffy air, of lumber and brick-- Yearning for juniper under unwashed blues, Prickly Arizona, her beauty spells pain.