Study in Mindfulness
Plums, heavy / in a copper bowl.
Tributes
How La Guitarra Was Born
Long ago, there was a vaquero
who rode alone on the plains
except for his horse,
and his herd of cattle.
Love’s Executioner
I come from a proud Polish poet sent to Siberia, right
arm cut from his body, punishment for poems—
the first daughter of a man from Naples who was
a baby in a ship’s hold, women screaming and praying
The Heart, Like A Bocce Ball
The jack sits low in the grass. We’re dead drunk,
cannonballing across the lawn, gouging
handful divots, each of us still nursing
a tumbler of scotch brought home from the wake.
Nostos
We had not quite been arguing
that night—but talking, discussing
how I answer any mood of yours
that falls below cheery contentment
with a litany of solutions
Migrants
Strong boys to work on the farm.
The sad lot of migrants in the shadows.
The emaciated look of Mother Africa.
The uncertainties of the desert girls.