Ocular

            We stop at a gas station in the dot of Ocular, Utah. Five other buildings. The desert is mirages all around. One way, we see a great river, fruit trees. Other way is a blackberry bramble to the horizon. We fill the tank and ask for a toilet. The attendant says no toilet, just sand here. Says the town once was at a juncture. We look for the other road, no sign of it. Says the other road led to towns that might not exist any more, the asphalt cracked and gave way to sand long time ago. Landscape shimmery.