With Words
Jami Macarty
Mesquite cardinal the sun showers the belly marigold and cheapens the wind
Calloused table-candle burns redundantly in the sun
The day comes back in cars
I see them but they do not see me
Bare leaves in sand most flattering to feet
I stand in the desert metropolis of thorns
Banjo the many ears of the prickly pear
The neighbor’s music interferes with my music
Called abruptly to my knees I have come here to say
I want to live and take up with words

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