Wind and sun drive Ninth Avenue
The morning rush hour a sound
Pedestrians bent to their schedules
Are blobs of color walking
I am awake today because of you
My artist of the morning
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Moment in Santa Fe
The fire in the kiva fireplace
Is cracking, mesquite exploding.
You come down the stairs at Las Brisas
Like laughter in the evening.
I in a chair by the front door sitting
Like a steward musing
About paper-bag existence,
About bitter-cold outside.
You smile. In a firelight sanctuario
We are primitives, the night's farolito.
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