Friday, July 2, 2021

Observation

The song hits the window like a harsh wind.
I feel the agave spines stiffen. The woman with the twin
Scorpions on her skin acts like she's my friend.

So it is I can't be escaped from.
Everything finds its home 
As the universe reveals itself inside me.

It doesn't end, how things I'd never seen 
Are achingly familiar --
This peacock's eyes are blue.