It is day’s end – cooler  
restrained wind currents descend
from the Calamalli mountains, 

ease down granite canyons 
to fan out across alluvial plains 
until sliding almost imperceptibly  

into the San Borjas’ graveyard, 
caressing tombstones, tilted crosses 
and ruined iron fences protecting 
   
the very dead and decomposed. 
The descending currents continue 
down toward the Sea of Cortez.

Yet so hot was the day, 
the old tombstones radiate 
heat until midnight.