Desert Rain

      

mud seeps

between bare toes

almost naked I walk miles

soaked in desert rain

and catch it with my tongue

 

laughing as my mother

walks the balance beam of stone walls

while her husband and I point at Catalina cows

and shout Buffalo, buffalo! and she so nearsighted

believes us

 

spinning

wrists held tight as Geno soars me

round &

round

parallel to the ground

 

chimes    bells    ice cr

eam delivered by truck

treasured pink      green

yellow plastic dogs

birds

tigers buried in

chocolate strawberry vanilla to be lipped

licked

sucked away

 

curled like a sow bug

laughing

belly aching as a finger waving in air

tickles as effectively as one would

touching

 

Thank you to the editor of Something Like Homesickness for first publishing this poem.

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