just outside the walls of
Octatillo................ He came home in a hurry
too many coats of varnish........leaving the car in the
driveway,
white bandages.........throwing the keys on the sidetable.
the holes that the woodpeckers made............"Park the car, will
you?"
brown grass on the hills.........
preoccupied with the application........They lay there beside a recent
issue of Sculpture
while my files lay unattended ................................which
mentioned his work on page 54.
the holes in the cactus........
blood stains..............
under the bourgainvilla........
low flying planes.............
the smell of the fresh
asphalt...................
the words that were written in the painting....
the endless aisles of Home Depot........
the smell of the leather couch........
hand carved napkin rings.........................
sopapillas......................
so as to hide my hips........
mustard colored tiles...............
the long walk into town..................
the sound that the lizards made..............