La Caminata

This entry is part 31 of 55 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Spring 2012


Accordion ache, pouring from the speakers. What is it with the catch and dip, the bite, the breathless phrasing of air-not-air? Closeness of knees that dapple till dawn, that navigate the space described by feet in figure eights— this way I’m willing to be led, alternately blinded by light and shade: close enough to touch-not-touch, your hand on the small of my back; levering the notes that pitch and thrum, backlit and green.

Luisa A. Igloria
05 02 2012

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch and small stone (84).

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