The picture is perfect. My daughter took it.
I'm walking away from the camera, a specter,
Gaunt, a bit bent, with a cowboy hat, holding
The hand of her daughter, who's also impossibly
Skinny. We're out in the desert, not far from 
Las Vegas. We could be refugees trying to leave

Ethiopia, people who haven't had meals in days,

But, in fact, we were there just to look at the rocks,

Eager companions, who'd had a good breakfast

Less than an hour before.