scene from a Phoenix grocery store parking lot

the wind rose like bread 

i paused to savor the smell

dust blew in my eye

sonuvabitch

the thing about the wind is
you can't see it           bend it               break it
                      mix it               separate it

you can't catch it and set it before you
                          trick it
                       trap it
                   you could negotiate

the presence of it
      gauge
   the speed
      at which
   it grips

a sock strapped to a flagpole

measuring wind
                  physical only
        in what it can animate

gluttonous
            wind, wanting to hold
                            all it touches.

Windy Dreams

The wind was blowing
My car had been towed
Or stolen
Whatever
It was missing

In my dream I was eating alone
In a Mexican restaurant
The waitress asked me what I wanted
When I asked for plain enchiladas
She said they had tomato and cheese

I said "OK"
She brought these little sliced zucchini
Warm and cooked
With melted cheese
It wasn’t until after eating them all, that I discovered the tortilla

it might have been...

remember that day?

your eyes were 

red it might 

have been 

salt spray 

it might 

have been

the wind  

I might 

have believed

that

ocean

so far away

but so damn close

a lifetime 

to get there

a leap

a moment to

leave

 

we could have jumped right then

I met you

on a bus

I wanted 

to leave

my scars behind

you wanted

to follow

you said

you'd follow me

anywhere

we made plans

west

cliffs

ocean

sunshine

freedom

glory

death?

a story

they would 

remember us

welcome to the end

you said

you'd follow me

anywhere...

anywhere

your eyes were 

wet it might

have been 

the wind it might

have been

love

remember that day?

we stood

my hand in 

yours in 

mine

we stood

oh

we stood forever

we could have 

jumped

we could have jumped right then

we could have...

we didn't

welcome to the beginning