Anyway, here is the lazy man's post, a few photos from the hols and some recent verse.
Peponi Showdown
Late dusk headlights flicker grudgingly
in an intersection strangely uncrowded.
Beyond my rolled-up window,
lantern-jawed salesmen brandish
birds of paradise,
coruscating in their fists
like a challenge to the gathering dark.
I slow to turn the radio dial,
committing unintentional eye contact:
ancient and irrevocable entry into a contract
to buy a bunch -
at price decidedly unknown.
Synapses on auto,
I mash the gas unabashedly,
desperate to rescind.
Puckered knuckles recede to
fist,
flowers,
and finally face
in the rear view:
From deal-maker to hope to surprise to
I-kid-you-not: the shaking of that same fist at my taillights.
This I’ll smile for:
Good to be alive, and me,
and fiddling with the expensive stereo,
come from Japan to belong to me.
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