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.