Some old schtuff.
Sonrisa Dominicana
Spanish laughter
lifts in the air
punches holes
in my somber armor.
It asks, tenderly
“What is wrong?”
inwardly cries at a null response
and turns
to seek new
friendships.
I cry in secret
at the loss of you.
Sunbird
flight of arrows
westward to the horizon
wings shimmering in the heat
translucent golds
lavender highlights
glides in air currents
rising in the thermals
wings outstretched, passionate
eyes closed in rapture
an eagle’s shriek
with a westbound tack
to summer secrets.
Ristorante Italiana
table for one
away from the kitchen
back to the wall
not under the plants.
the skylight’s too bright
too much damned smoke
the fat lady farted
and fifteen percent
is just too
damn
much.
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This is actually my favorite Italian restaurant (despite the birds overhead). Move the trees, people!