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Tim Pilgrim

Little adobe somethingor-other in Santa Fe

(with a nod to Alex Vouri)

If it does not work out, that dream each time a lover leaves -buy taco trucks, a fleet with nubile teens working Seattle streets, kick back since you don’t have a goddamn thing to worry about -- one option would be hitchhike southwest, roll out your bag in dark desert, lie face up,

Reese’s Butter

Robert Bharda

Diane Ray

inhale moon, the whole Milky Way, actually wake at sunrise,

Restorative Yoga

explore canyons, red cliffs, ruins more important than your life,

Sit on soft grasses at the landing sucking a plum of plums the rivulets all down your cheek and no one can see

later inhale smoke from burning sage, breathe away, maybe find a job,

Watch the dock shimmy shake the hum of a seaplane accompaniment

save your pay, buy a little adobe something-or-other in Santa Fe.

Hang out with eagles, gulls, and geese and a village of oysters in residence Wonder what it would do for you to live in that green roofed house flying your flag Wiggle your toes but don’t get up yet notice the madrona kiss the wind all over Now a child skips and zooms now there’s giggles from a boat now forgive the world and you Bike and Bread of Life

Brenda Roper

Cirque, Vol. 7 No. 1  

A Literary Journal for the North Pacific Rim

Cirque, Vol. 7 No. 1  

A Literary Journal for the North Pacific Rim