glowing for home

parched i say in a swirl of soft
sheets reaching
out in nautical dawn light
for the water bottle
_______

doing fine so far the woman
pushing the housekeeping cart says
as we exchange good mornings and
how are you doings
_______

swish of new mexico and u.s. flags
(mostly slack) in library parking lot sun-
drenched high mountain morning

_______

the drunkish man outside the
grocery store who tells us to
be safe and gives us each a
helmet tap on the left side
for good luck
_______
little fifedoms debbie says across
the table explaining dutchness
(with a side story of how the law school
in austin was supposedly the place
to find the dykes) and germanic countries

_______

a nut hatch and a woodpecker
debbie says of the painting with swirls
and symmetry she hands me
it’s portable
_______

if you can’t finish it debbie says handing
us each a small plate piled
with pear almond tart
you can eat it for breakfast
_______

i produce the word nixtamalize from
the recesses while the four of us
lounged on leather lazy boy-ish couches
piece together the tortilla making process

_______

on the mantle: a candle
glowing for home
while scratching new moon intentions
on the blankness of page before us

 

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