Raton, NM

Feet against eh cracked pavement
The large summer sun
Dyes the world yellow
A balsa wood plane
Falls slowly from the sky
Held aloft by curious design

Feet pedaling down the hill
Dried, bleached grass
Filled with thistles
The slide is huge
And hot with the summer
I’m afraid like always

Feet drip dry by the pool
Clouds on the horizon
In time for the afternoon rain
Afghans, itchy couches
And the chair you don’t spin in
Well it begins to twirl

Kimberly

We stood on the bench
Watched the rain come down in sheets
And giggled
Like children
Like old friends reminiscing
Like old lovers still passionate
Despite the tests of time

I remember the first time I saw you
Wandering around the lobby
Black shirt, jeans,
Purple shoes
And those fancy lace socks
Who could see in that moment
What would become of us

You looked the best I ever saw you
The morning after
That first and worst night
We spent together
Sitting in your chair, no sleep
Hair up, voiced strained
Asking me to leave