22.2.10

Amarillo

The place with yellow dirt.
Why she settled there I cant say
apart from the solitude
it provided.

After her parents died
she felt misunderstood.

I'm an orphan she once said
gazing into coffee
the color of her eyes.

I loved her then.

10.2.10

A Mundane Snapshot

Turning at the hips to look back
dark glasses against pale skin
she put a hand up for shade.

Silently smooth
blonde hair fell across
the bare round
...........of a shoulder.

Frozen in memory
a mundane snapshot
becomes something more.

8.2.10

Que Bien

She said it without thinking.
In her world the words
were automatic
like muchas gracias
and  quisas.

Her mother made
chile verdé
taught me to use
...........torn tortillas
 as a spoon
and to say Sí, Señora.

Between themselves
they spoke a quiet language
sometimes without words.
...............................Glances
.......................gestures
a click of the tongue
and she was off
.........to make
café negro
para los hombres.

4.2.10

Casting Shadows

We walk
long strides across
an afternoon.

Imagine ourselves
taller than trees
cooler than water.

2.2.10

June

Green leaves fan out
shading a flat spot
in the forest floor.

A hawk's dark shadow
dissolves to emerge unchanged
on the other side.

Absence

Cinnamon is the color
of her favorite lipstick.

There on the cup
a print left
without thought

warms me more
than the liquid within.