We land in Albuquerque

and rent a blue Chevy Malibu. We drive
it north along the Turquoise Trail.
The sun flares off the road signs.
The dark green shrubs of New
Mexico. The hills that seem
poured out yesterday. A rusted
metal bull with the letters M W
outside of Madrid. How many Madrids
can a man with the initials M W
walk down? I remember
passing through Biscay Bay in
Newfoundland, and the swim in
San Sebastian's Bay of Bisquay
just a few weeks before.
Both probably on the same latitude.