Glass Slipper of Bahía de Todos Santos A Smile below Guadalupe grape dancers Innkeeper of commerce and cruise ships Master Chef of fish tacos and enchiladas Night Owl of cervezas and mariachis Enchantress of shop-till-you-drop’ers Cinderella of the Peaceful Sea
every eon arous’d I become by a stranger’s sensual embrace till I cry aloud a joyful cry and spew forth my eggs of liquid fire and ash to mingle with the suitors of land and sky and sea that my evolving world might endure not only to join Time but Her for some to really feel
mid morn—
kitchen window opens its eyes—
charming our nest into song frenzy—
front door reveals a friend
trying to mimic our chirp—
“Morning, pretty birds!”
our hearts beat past our wings
as wild seed fills our aerial bowl
and garnishes the feet of our tree—
“Enjoy, pretty birds!”
once again so good be life—
‘tis breakfast in Vale of Spring
I stop for an instant to look here— a thought of you emerges— the happiness in your face— your eyes and lips joining hands and embracing the special moments that were ours… and will always be
driving a work day like a weather’d mural be— to and fro knowing every pothole every utility pole streaking past eyes’ corners— subconscious steering every curve braking every intersection— ‘tis better only as a passenger that marvels lost to attentiveness can be cherish’d and gift’d to memory