places i’ve been

the snap and pop of hot wood in karma stove
blazing the first fire of the season
_______
gibbous the golden cat climbing
onto my shoulders and back and
hanging out there for a while as i
crouch over the parsely patch
harvesting
_______

handing the coin collection in an old tea diffuser to emory
each piece gathered from countries/places i’ve been
_______
dried zinnia petals crumbling between my palms
as i rub them together to separate out the seeds
_______
indulgent time of year gigi explains the chocolate peanut clusters
she brought over for dinner
_______
ed and wendy (two of the four sandhill founders)
at the kitchen table
and ed says he can’t help asking questions because
everyone has an interesting story
_______
dottie and i freestyling
between our renditions of in the air tonight and zombie 
about laird’s wedding chair
on top of which is a laptop
feeding us words and chords
_______
11something pm, coyote howls/calls
rising in a raucous round
so close that the pooches on the porch
call out too and how the howling
stops, instantaneously
alongside a sortof screech sound of unidentified origins

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