Get Me a Sunset

Get me a sunset. Send it parcel post.
Wrap it with a little bit of sky,
throw in some desiccated desert shrubs,
some dunes. I want to feel that I am lost
among the strings that tie the package up:
I want some leaning posts, a sagging fence
to cross; and scents, invisible and frail,
like creosote or sage, or yucca spikes.
If possible, include coyote howls,
and if the shuddering sun is not too tense,
I’d also like to hear the wings of owls.
Please do that for me. I will check the mail.