August 22, 2007

• Lunch Date in Albuquerque

  Out on the patio of the Flying Star
  amid the chink slide of dishes
  little birds hop from crumb to crumb.
  Gossip, stories of children,
  business cards exchanged
  at table 32 while Julia refills the tea
  glasses sweating and dripping
  through wrought iron mesh.
  Wednesday lunch talk
  blows across and away beneath
  mountain, cloud, and sky all
  watching, listening, and occasionally
  bending to hear a whisper.

  8.22.07

  • 6:17 pm
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