awaiting the honey

listening to me first and the gimme gimmes
on our drive back as the light begins changing
everything to gold
and we talk about soundtracks
to the resistance
and sing along here and there
to the punk rendition of 
me and julio down by the schoolyard
_______

the gray and otherwise camouflaged shapes
tucked into the dried grass/juniper bush/chamisa scape
huge mule deer ears
poking up
giving them away
the deep dark of their eyes
seen as they meander closer
absolutely swoonable

_______

sun so bright bouncing off
cliffside cave dwelling walls
at bandolier park
and even though i’m squinting
at the cliff face
which seems to big and bright a thing to take in
i can’t take
my eyes away
_______

the sand grit on the rungs
i grasp and step up
behind melanie and before jan
as we climb above treeline
_______

sopa pillow our server (who calls us friends) says
serving the puffs of quickbread pastry
awaiting the honey drizzle
to our table
_______ 

brainstorming resistance tactics
we turn to sexy sax man
in this time when it is necessary
to combat absurdity with absurdity
six of us laughing
for nearly the entire five minutes
of tomfoolery
_______

this
is what i’m talking about
(thank you new york)

e9e25450-bef6-4e37-9ecf-387fb7ef0295_w987_s_sA man yells during a protest against U.S. President Donald Trump’s travel ban, outside Terminal 4 at John F. Kennedy International Airport in Queens, New York. – voice of america, day in photos

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