No puedo tener mi amante
but I can have this
sunset porch with candles lit
with music lit
a gel of orange warm fire
against my watered down
bewilderment
my cat and I pretend to

live in Spain
and listen to the outdoor
speakers cast Latino waves
into the double-dyed and
moonlit air

it drips
like new batik
across a slope of lawn wet
through, as
trains in bellybands
trundle on to border towns
and flatten copper pennies
for your thoughts, or for
mine, in each of their
untangled finished
and unfinished ends.

31 jan 02 blndrfeb02