looking out at the desert........................
I laid the green chilis from the can
smooth pieces of
sculpture........................... side by side on the bottom of
the dishwasher fresh pyrex pan.
Their potent juice was immediately apparent
white bandages....................in the place where my finger was
cut.
woodpeckers......................
the sound of water.........Owen was still talking about his recent
work.
cold pineapple juice................................
cold water...................
brown grass on the hills...
a flowered dress..............
a glass of beer.................
the red mountains...............................
low flying planes.............
the smell of green grass....
warm stones by the river.........................
a red front door................
under the eves of the porch........................
a beehive fireplace............................
the smell of the leather couch....................
as good as I ever made
them.......................
I could almost feel his
hands.....................
but there was no warm milk..........
hand carved napkin rings.........................
sopapillas......................
mustard colored tiles...............
the sound that the lizards made..............
come on across to the
Internet.............................