an evening
the coldest of the beer
i’ve had in these five past
vacation days
and this, the fifth day
night fallen
back from camping
the landscape
cacti
on all sides
tomorrow
i’ll go with friends
stopped home
for a change of clothes
a bed
it’s Friday
this chest and its cold contents
will go down redondo
round down, soothing spiral
a bit of grounding
heavier sleep for the bones
there’s but
a little rum
too
tomorrow we hike
San Marcos Arteaga
climb up
descend
swim
magic
in the canyon
top of the mountain
the river that runs through it
seeking secrets
nothing exaggerated tonight
a gentle easing
into it
how i love
cool sheets
but only after
this long
and moonlit
drink
my neighbor is on her terrace
i on my roof
cool night
she can’t see me
she has on a blinding light
she likes to watch her cats play
i do too
from where i sit
she drinks white wine
her husband comes out from
time to time
not fooling anyone
she’ll hide the cigarette she is smoking
one link in a long chain
behind her back
when he comes out
she won’t take a drag
till he’s back inside
dreamt of an ex-girlfriend last night
thought of her most of the day
sometime since
attention turned
elsewhere
a flock of white birds
doves?
just flew overhead
a flock of white birds
doves?
just flew overhead
it’s been good conversation
this night
me and all the i’s
those others too
understand now
Baal?
the dangers
of starving
the wolf?
my long drink
drained
off to cool sheets
let the creatures of the night
be
WHO IS CAPTAIN B?
Captain B. Seafarer. Lover of shore leave. Collector of heads. Disseminator of tales. Twitter: @NPeligeiro
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