Route 66

Santa Rosa, New Mexico

BIRDLIKE

Rain walking

Touching her memory with his mind
Underfoot
The sound of her steps
Tequila lilt, lips
Warm behind the eyes
Woodsmoke
Window open to the blue
Curtain lace veils her cheek
She sings a story across the table
Of war she’d come to know
Then sits on his lap
Surprised by her delicate weight
Birdlike
Beyond the chimney sky
Cottonwoods rattle
Woodbare
Her skin habano
Young old simultaneous
Catching his rain
Tobacco and honey
Rosewater lick
Her knees on the bed
Behind
He looks down at the miracle
Soles of her feet
Silk waterfalls into him
Watching her sleep
He lost the need to be entertained
There is work to do
His tears will never be sad again