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Thursday, June 6, 2013

I Remember


I remember:

this large grandiose mountain
standing hovering over our little house
at the end of our dirt road
in Torreon, Coahuila Mexico

the adobe house with an open
roof in the middle courtyard of my abuelito’s
casa where mamasita and us kids stayed
after papa abandoned us

sleeping on a concrete floor, roofless courtyard,
in the middle of my grandparents house
grandma would keep her chickens, hens
and a couple of roosters

at night I’d lay looking up at the sky
admiring the twinkling stars
I could see the tip of this mountain
kissing the moon and tantalizing the stars

ten years pass, I’m laying in the back yard
now at Mamasitas house in Northern Indiana
looking up at the stars and noticing they’re
the same one’s I witnessed in Mexico
except two new ones, probably my abuelitos,
having joined to share the night sky’s opus

I Remember:

last night I laid out in my patio
looking up at this concert of twinkling
and noticed a star bristling brighter than
all the rest, I think it was mamasita winking at me

my love and I have no biologic children
so I wonder sometime in the future will
someone look up at the dazzling night sky
and notice my wife smiling and
me winking down at them?

Monday, June 3, 2013

lilacs in the field


the heart shatters
wer’st you not
to stay

after so much
laughter
after so much
play

we ran through
lilacs in the field
while the wheat
being tilled
we dared to lay
there still

the red blood sky
appeared and we
laid there waiting
for its sun dressed kiln

didn’t have cares to worry
only sweat beads
from our brow
two clammy little hands
clenched together
we’d be friends forever

no one or anything
would part our hearts
much like Moses
with the Egyptians
and the seas

the calm and peace
we gathered in those moments
would tether us forever
even in this after life
where your token’s
now being spent

no one can separate
our two hearts
or send our souls
asunder
we lay there, still,
with the lilacs
in the field