He’s kissed by the desert air,
buffeted in the night over peaks
and into landing, homecoming.
The mountains also remember him,
with a cool kiss in the morning air.
The beloved too recalls a kiss
with a poem and a promise,
        Brokeback  Mountain
        she said. It means
remembrance and yet a sweet
bitterness but more,
love of a kind to last,
which is not some small comfort,
not to be mourned, no—
but celebrated
as rare and lovely
as our Sandia range
is eternal and blue ,
under a too-blue sky.