A Public Place Here a public place nothing hidden. Still it is secreted in a rocky crack where oddities miss and fit. Some die of humiliation some aesthetics some soft sex. Boulders edge path to ideas no one certifies as entertainment. Sleep deprived. Some run head long into mistakes. Some slog into night blindness no one had indignation or time for this nonsense.
Veiled Threat A screen grays blue sky beyond wide window Meditation tricks eyes seeing incense smoke and dust as waves particles. Gray ill luminates gray’s ways. An enamel tray tops a worn wicker chair. Tessellating weave weathered agitating the eye. Another day waiting on concrete balcony metal railings. Fossilized breath.
Closely Watched Closely watched nothing happened today. From sun up to sunset nothing— unless you count sunset, occurring in New Mexico. Nothing has gone according to plan. Celebrations broke out marking spontaneous confusion without the rhyme of computer generated chaos. If it was too cute you took it out. Climbing out crabwise along the umbilical cord, a mother kisses off nothing in particular into bright light. No wonder you take your time. She’s had it with you. One way is a pronounced frown though everything is accounted for.
Dodici Azpadu has published poetry in national and international literary magazines, and anthologies for over 50 years. The author of several chapbooks, her most recent book of poetry is Wearing the Phantom Out. She also teaches a course in the Joy of Poetry for UNM (OLLI). For more information visit her website.