"Custom Handmade Porcelain Dolls"

Litter the landscape
Around the canyons:
Courthouses, rock art,
And roadside lodges
Are haunted by them.

Lovely, painted clay
Hands, arms, and faces,
Churn cash registers,
Fill up their gas tanks,
Greet themselves with smiles.

Gleaming surfaces
Turn up everywhere,
Happy, malicious,
A mischievous glint
For each handmade eye.

You can, in season,
Stop beside the sign
In empty valley
And buy yourself one.
But it's not required.

Even if you're just
A tourist, even
If you can't see them,
You can take one home
With you, you are one.