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Diary: El Cajón de Grecia, May 2018

Three new poems for May. I like them, I hope you do too.

Waiting for rain

Morning
clear blue.
In the canopy
laughing falcons
toucans
heard
not seen.

Slowly
clouds gather
the day grows
white
as page on screen.
Yigüirro song.

Afternoon
darkens.
In the distance
thunder.
Winds
whorl
bluster
fade.

You don’t try
says Bukowski
you wait.
if nothing happens
then
you wait some more.

The day
spent
dreaming
of downpours. 

Nothing.

A night spent
dreaming
tomorrow
will be rain.

Scorpion, Coyote, Capo

I.

A sudden sting
of the arm.
Pillow flung sheet brushed
and there
Scorpion
tail curled
dark against white
of the rug
like a sorceress
melts
into night.

The arm
enchanted
to the body
alien.
Throbbing
ebbs
into sleep.

II.

Yipping.
Coyote.
Across the creek.
Capo barks
wants out.

Canine keening.

Quiet.
The dog
back in.

Again
Capo
a sharp bark
wanting out.
Beckoning hand
he follows.
A pat
he lies on his bed.
Stroke his eyebrows
rub his ears
whisper
Coyote
from the beginning
even when not there
messing
with your mind.

III.

First light
awake
the vision fading.
Quick
fixed in ink
else forever forgotten.

On the forearm
a tiny dot
swollen red.

Juan Carlos
working the coffee
finds three strands cut
barbed wire woven
through the caña fence.

Capo
dubbed knight
Order of the Wagging Tails.

Ephemerality

Breeze
gentle like lotion
to the skin
of an old man
in his garden
manicuring
green growth
that springs forth
with the rains
composing
a landscape
colors and textures
painted in plants.

Ephemeral, he thinks.

Youth.
Life stretches
the horizon, beyond
even the grave
fame, glory
etched in stone
everlasting.

Ahh, cool quiet of morning.

Years from now
a hundred million
should some clever species
unearth the history
written in rock
only sign to be found
that humans ever were:

A thin layer laid down
between thick strata of stone
a boundary laced
with exotic markers:

Radioactive isotopes
decayed
bombs, meltdowns.
Chemical traces
a spike in the atmosphere
carbon dioxide.
Scattered throughout
strange carbon compounds
microscopic bits
of plastic trash.