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Waiting for Dark at the Pines & Palms MotelAfter two months we broke fastat the Pines & Palms Motel. All day we had waited for dark to instigate temporary flattery of the crazed sidecar of life. We had been held eight states apart and when we met again the one came in like a rocket the other lay like a bombed field. The latter withdrew to nurse craters and divots to contextualize them. Safe among the tarpon we spoke of the catamaran he wanted to live on steady as a living room. Dinner he cooked by hacking unpeeled vegetables into the pan his great back bent over the stove no food sweeter. At the table he grabbed my hand and said "I think we should thank God for this supper containing every single item in your refrigerator." When his plate was clean I said "Leaving?" He said No he thought he would lie down on the bed and open this book of poetry. |
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Issue #6, January, 1999 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.