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New Mexico, or was that Oklahoma?

Dusty mud caked license plates advertise 
    a land of enchantment.
Enchanted mud spatters battered trucks
    rumbling past us, 
    shaking and shoving.
Highway signs flap like mad butterflies 
    chained to the road's shoulder.

We pull the girls from the car--
   their hair whips at us 
   in parking lot eddies.
Cold fingers reach up my untucked shirt
   and pull Morgan's jacket as we
   rush to the cigar store
Indian's somber safety.

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