from my unpublished second collection
1. Peppers
Hands flat on the tiny table, a jar of tecpintle between them.
One bites the crown, watches the other’s face.
2. Wind Farm
Those windmills could be flocks of cranes, first one feeding, then some others.
You are accountable for everything you’ve ever done.
Stop and think.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- First published in Agni
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