SURE
I see my old red house
Pre-revolutionary
Smack dab in the middle of town
The old red house
Where we lived till I was five
And our baby sister arrived
Three girls/ a mom and dad/
A dog named Amos
Who was run over by Mr Bronson
From the IGA…. blood running down the street
I dug for him at the bottom
Of daddy’s primordial garden
I kept digging
Between two sisters
I learned at an early age
To use my elbows
I see myself
in the middle blindly trying
To find my way back
to Ray Charles
I have loved you and you and you
Since time began
Don’t give me the runaround
Someday I’m gonna pack up
This raggedy sack
And fit all the pieces back
Into the neat puzzle frame
As if someone stranger and wider
Placed it there all along
With historical references and information
Whispers and well-timed
Whistles to the sentient horses:
The workhorse and the racehorse
Soledad solitary recuerdo
The mold of magic
Ghosting out along the outer banks
Where two together gather
Freedom and fame
Let’s ride together
Near where the roses grow
Let’s name the
Red and white together
Even at night we smell them
Through our lids
A million strong
What else do we have
We do desire them
Do you see me as I see you?