Thursday, May 11, 2017

roses & the Napa satellite

the Napa mountain speaks
trying to decipher

the mountain speaks
every red rock
every redwood
shadowing our way

the mountain speaks
it does

trying to decipher
every lone peacock
looking for his peahen

white rose bush
covered in tulle

the mountain speaks
warm springs underneath

it sent a message

red velvet roses from
a stranger
from a faraway place

the California mountains speak
they tell me
they tell me

to get lost
get lost

again.
again.
and again.

but why?
I've done nothing wrong

the mountains speak
whisper in the tropical trees
mango, avocado

to come back
to come back

get lost there
get lost
where the caramel soft deer
greeted
the moon accompanied us
winding road in neutral
running out of gas

with U2 blaring
two cell phones charged
with no satellite
no satellite

watch the peacock
display its feathers

I left
I left

before that.
before
that.

peacock looking for peahen.  2017, Stella Santamaria