Winter 1993 • Vol. XV No. 1 PoetryJanuary 1, 1993 |

The Lights of Marfa

My plan was to stop over and see the lights, the phenomenon that made this place a point of interest. Mystery lights, ghost lights, weird lights, all names for the moving lights that appear unexplained to the naked eye across this scorched terrain. The lights, some say, are like disembodied locomotive headlights. Ed Meyer, owner of the RV park, claims once after dark out in the distance he saw one dozen perfect dark red full moons. Lucy Torres, EMS tech, saw the lights fly like a blazing crown of thorns over the scrub desert. From her ambulance, they lit up the whole desert. Strange things are always happening in the desert. A favored haunt for bomb testers, the enlightened, serial killers, snake lovers. Jesus in the desert was tempted. Ishmael, Moses, and Bogart roamed the desert. Tumbling with the tumbling tumbleweed, it's the point of no return for some. For others, mainly heroes, the desert is a place to be transformed. Pancho Villa in this desert lived on dried wild horse m

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