|Fiesta, Santa Fe|
"...you cup your hands / And gulp from them the dailiness of life."
Taos, May 2011
An arc of dusk climbs the back of twilight. We watch
a spliced horizon.
Across from Ft. Burgwin, Taos
Kim focuses his binoculars on a cloud. Night pours by
June 4, 2:12 PM
Tea or grass? she asks when I arrive: twisted, tense.
Welcome to share leaves from her drawer.
Hyde Park, New Mexico Foothills
We hunt paths down the mountain. Spread streets with tires,
drive until sun drapes on clouds.
Through holes, the dense drone of light.
All intersections and space. Boxes.
Northern New Mexico, Tuesday, August 9, 2011, 3:31 PM
I hide from stitches of sun – dry and long.
Our mountain continues standing still.
October 8, La Cienega bedroom
Yesterday I didn’t tell you no.
I opened wider in the dusk.
Whole Foods, Oct. 8
keeps sticking her hands in the bulk bin: all crystal ginger.
Featured Poet, Lauren Camp is the author of the poetry collection, This Business of Wisdom (West End Press), and is the host/producer of “Audio Saucepan,” a weekly music/poetry show on KSFR-FM. She is also a visual artist. Lauren blogs about poetry and its intersections with art and music at Which Silk Shirt. She lives in a rural farming village near Santa Fe. www.laurencamp.com