SOL ROJO

sol negro Virginia Rodrigues
i have lived these many years
to hear you and Mary Jane
with my west facing window washed clean
in this predawn rain
there is a jungle growing here
here in the desert
your voice bell clear
casa o mi casa
filled with bits of this spirit or that
letter from my death row pen pal
incense from a friend in Thailand
a coffee cup "me & Jim founded Tonopah!"
some ‘remedy’ from a healer friend
an artist’s rendition of a new age mother bird
spine spinning tiny circles
heart clapping to the drum beat
everyday could be thanksgiving day
to chew our food in a thoughtful mood
of its source
o Tennessee hill billy i remember
turning over rocks
finding hellgrammites
squealing and you laughing
in memory
all the hesitations are removed
while feelings are enhanced
but i must end this ode
where else to begin the new?