A Love Nest


In a V.W. bus
by a beach
aware of distant surfers
the side door open to the cool
humid air
sensing the texture
of the skin of her breasts
in his lap
repeatedly reaching
from awkwardness
and uncertainty

Pahn is allowed
but not welcomed


Walking around gravel
parking lots             utility roads of clay
                        sprinkler pipes
                        a tool barn
the edge of the vineyard

a mutable woman is with him
providing a flow of words
and glances            occasional touch
fading in and out of wife
and friend
       and stranger

Pahn has come to work    to water the plants
                        remembering only late
                        that it is a holiday
                        and Yaohwa
                        would have watered
                        already
                        and would wonder
                        why Pahn is here

But Pahn is doing
a different kind
of irrigation

Leaving the hoses
he goes with the woman
into vines
to lie in the grass

                        looking for comfort
                        and privacy


                                      Now they are coasting down
                        the pre-Columbian road
                                    at the edge of speed
                               the farmland perched
                    above the canyons
                         of Andean proportions
the green
of tropical rain

At the end of their options
                                                  is a covered slide
                                              like a crooked bridge
                     where children
           of ancient Mexico
                                                once played                                                 

                        (Pahn is shocked                                                               
                                    that this history has no monument                       
                                    no plaque                                                      
                        degrading into the soil                                               
                                    of private property)                                          

                                Unwilling                                             
                 to give up
                                                the potential sex                                   
                                           he searches                                                    
for the hole in the ground                          
                             where the children                                
                                    would have played                         
                                                they make forts                       
                                                                           and nests                                    
                                                                     and places to hide                                                                                        
                                    Reaching                                         
                        into the earth                                    
                              among the gopher mounds
                        he finds a space                               
                                    like a bunker                       
                        where he could lie                
                                                    with the mutable woman
                           unseen            
                                                to make love                

                                                             But the time has passed


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Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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