remarkable tuesday (6/14/23)

(somehow rolling into wednesday, perplexing!)

a washed-up pin-up actor looks at me while i watch the man at the counter sip as he stares at the woman we’re with - or maybe it’s the streets

or the light of the cars, The Great Beyond

or further where wild horses and boar and deer may roam.

i think back to thumbs dug deep in tangors,

desirable seedless quality, keratin kissing pulp,

nails stained slick almost soaked in saffron,

some sort of sweet.

Cormac Mcarthy has died today,

and a rabbit has given birth in my backyard garden planter,

i will name one stella maris.