The cereal girl and the sandwich boy:
she conjures stories about the characters
on the side of her cup; he shrieks with
glee, astonishment, and disappointment
in short order, dramatically
making up for his lack of words.
Wonderful land of tomatoes from Juan’s uncle’s
smallholding at Farajan, the pueblo
up in the hills. Suspicions of swallows
at dusk, as the heat retreats from the day.
Fragrance of the garden
overwhelms, denies sleep.
Tangerine sky our alarm call each morning;
glow of a promise to be kept.