1970 Christmas Eve near the Rio Grande
in our trailer in the orange grove
firecrackers dogs and roosters
repeat the bang bark cockadoodle
sporadically all night
We miss the hush of snow
much as kids miss daddies
tokin’ it up in Vietnam
caroles are the same
blonde Mexican Talking Barbi
barking perros and firecrackers
roosters and oranges on branches
cheap beer in supermarkets
2007 November near the St. Lawrence
in our house surrounded by winded maples
traffic and ipods tracking down the street
the barking is me opening my yap
crowing my opinions like fireworks
in my personal heavens
Canucks in Afganada dying
world is warming up everywhere
buying a burka Barbi for Christmas?
you got me good on this one, this was amazing. doubled back on itself and caught me in my favorite moment. thanks
It is quite satisfying to dig in the ruins of the past and find the moments that touch the present. Glad you liked it.