Somoza, So To Speak


Some more Somoza

Au Lait
Gonna just plain
warm it up, Jill
(the coffee)
that you tried to tempt 
me with while 
it was still too hot 
and I would 
NOT
sit in the yard to drink
(with you).  Gonna
warm it now
some minutes later but,
somehow, the sun knows
how to make a difference.
What with 
shade all on the lawn
furniture, and a new
improved breeze
across the legs, on could 
search long &
NEVER
find a primer
spot for out door
coffee with his sweet.

Heaven Everyone has gone. But not for good. A woman's sweater on the bed still holds her scent. So she'll be back. But for now, potatoes baked to warm in butter, wait until you're hungry. And the dog won't chase the grackles from the tree. That way, you can learn to differentiate the blue-black males from their light brown gentler mates. Why does every branch of nature sound that way? The angels, probably, are smooth, light women who love you just the way you are.

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