A Tuscon Vacation

 

Let us plan on having a string of lazy days
to sit under the silvery shadows of olives trees
with weathered wrinkly skins
that comes from being alive
for hundreds of years, if not more.

Let us feel the warm breezes
caress our skin
and remind us of another time
  of another space;
they will stir a nostalgia to urge us
reach across the concrete divide
and interlock our fingers
for us together
can fend vague fears of being alone
much better.

Let us make love in the afternoons
on that creaky bed
and make it pant in sync with our own
and doze off to find
slanting rays of afternoon sun
sprinkled across our naked bodies
and a Pettirosso sitting on the windowsill
curiously watching our nakedness
through the shutters
we forgot to close.

Let us have a Super Tuscon in the evenings
with the bites of salty tapenade
spread over slices of Pane Toscano,
and call it a dinner.

Let us head to the bed in the night
and be here tomorrow
and live another day.