Cascading casino chips. Usual graceful beauty of nature. Keep walking to Las Vegas. Never stopping
at the large ponderosa pine tree in the bottom of the canyon. Specialized scrambles, to the upper pool filled with seasonal waterfall
But not Vegas, dip a hand in the tumbling roar. The trail to Ice Box Canyon, Red Rock.
Chips bang phalanges. Coil them around a purple circle, one thousand petals on its surface, the crown chakra.
Place on top of the head. Hope to link with the divine and start backtracking to Virginia.
Allison Wilkins is a graduate of the University of Nevada Las Vegas International MFA program. Her poems have appeared in Broken Bridge Review, Sin City Review, Peeks and Valleys: A Southern Journal, Tiger’s Eye, hotmetalpress and others. Her poems have also been anthologized. She currently lives in Lynchburg, Virginia with her husband and two dogs. She is an Assistant Professor at Lynchburg College.J.