when i gesture

glimmer of the windmill to the east

and the snow caps of san francisco (peak) jutting beyond

the mesa into western sky

_______

when i gesture to bessie about the cuteness/smallness

of the last fryless fry bread patty

she hands it to me to pat-pat-toss

back and forth from palm to palm and

gestures for me to lay it in the 

hot stove top pan

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