Reader –
God, the sky here! It's as if I am in a cave with a
flashlight.
Above me are ancient lights, horoscopes
I wonder what this sky spoke before Spanish?
Dear –
How now is our summer of discontent?
It is my fourth day in Texas
the sky is wet denim; a glossy palette of earth
cicadas sun-kissing
the agave blossoms ripe
all in vibrating yellows –
Darling –
On Monday I will climb down the mountains to
In the café at Marfa, again swim the Gulf of Mexico
the tongue is happy and then I return to Iowa City for the last days of
Mexican chocolate and earthy drops of latte
The winds curve around the mountains as I read
and sip
June.
Dear –
When I go back to the Midwest
I will protest –
borders, aren’t they horizons?
Cenizo
Spring 2020
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