Cupboard Weather: Dusty Panes

In the window the reflection of windows and an artist's broom
that  reminds me of sweeping the driest patch of butter chamisa's
withered stars, and blue flecks of screen door sloughing off
slapping hard against its crumbling frame from the shrinking
with no rain on this particular path as I look both ways
to cross the street against the warm day of dusty wind and
the way the world makes a window of everything.

Cupboard Weather: Week 25: The New Year

the Jewish new year

in the same month

my new year began 

I count days 

until trees bare branches

the hills turn green

and the parched earth swallows

three drops of rain

Cupboard Weather: anything that moves

Sound emanating from
anything that moves.
Dog brushing against
chamisa. Girl on a bench
running one saw's teeth
against the other. The
"sound of sunshine
coming down" sings
Michael, and I hear it
if I but stand still.

Shi

light

falls

against 

tomorrow

Cupboard Weather: First Days of Fall: Waiting

I'm here
waiting…

waiting for the first day of Autumn
waiting for rain
waiting to turn the page
waiting for the post
waiting for Prince Charming
waiting to die
waiting for the curtain
waiting for the bus
waiting for dinner
waiting to order
waiting for the camera
waiting for the water to break
waiting for the Messiah
waiting

waiting…
I'm here

Activists In Autumn Warmth

bottom edge of art by Erin Currier

In the study my husband

watches Tina Turner in

video on the computer’s

flat screen and I wonder where

my own low limbo, sexual mojo 

has gone. No longer

this limber, I sit instead 

out of doors alone, wearing 

no underwear and a grey t-shirt 

embossed with a civil rights 

activist and his wife. The wind 

sweeps softly but doesn’t touch 

the cobwebs at the foot of these 

wrapped metal chairs. The holly plant 

is thinning and needs water

where the dog has eaten away

at its roots.

Anna Wintour on Brooklyn, the Rumors, and the One Thing She Will Never W...

Cupboard Weather: This Week: Another Beauty

another beautiful day
clear cloudless warm
this follows many days
clear cloudless warm
I cannot remember rain
clear cloudless warm
the weather man says perfect
clear cloudless warm
I have decided to give away raincoats
clear cloudless warm
the gardener scolded me for not watering
clear cloudless warm
the blackberries have taken over
clear cloudless warm
the grass is dying
clear cloudless warm
the lemon verbena leaves are curled yellow
clear cloudless warm
bathing is problematic
clear cloudless warm
the days grow warmer in Autumn
clear cloudless warm
clear cloudless warm
clear cloudless warm
clear cloudless warm
clear cloudless warm
clear cloudless
clear

I pour a glass of water
cool clear
water

Cupboard Like A Flat Bed

Parked there so casually,
the ruby red sentinel rests
while one block over, the plaza 
swims with fiesta, strollers mouth 
hungry fists of flat, bready tacos 
heaped with salsa. We mark the 
incoming season with dogs tugging 
on leashes in front of the Five and Dime.
Fidgety children in strollers point 
toward the mountains resembling 
old pewter fences. Vendors yawn, 
anticipating light rain as the driver 
with one hand idling on the steering wheel 
counts insomniac ghosts at the four way 
stop. A hint of whiskey in her throat.
She adjusts the rear view mirror, and 
moves the dial seeking softer music.
Trees silver to yellow up ahead.

Cupboard Weather: Endings

one
gold
leaf
falls

Dreamy Pause

In passing we pause

to glance into the door 
down the bronze walk
to the next door

to the refreshment 
of water
as if from the heavens

drenching the bed
room floor. Dream
pelted with song
only the mistaken 

royalty of crickets
who have crept into
the house, and 
down the hall.