plundered

thanks uncle leon i sing-song
to leon who bought me
a $1.50 sticker book
of authentic kachinas
_______
how i cheer/clap over the phone
to chane for his ukelele tune
naming the specialness
of this serenade
_______
in case you should be wistful
for your norteño new mexico landscape
i say i’ll write you a weather report:
mountain tops cloaked in cloud shrouds
snowsmattering under a heavy skyblanket
_______
squeak-crunch of boots
across new thinness of snow
under a starsky walk
down the drive
home
_______
she calls the plundered plumeria
a thought-bridge

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