Thousands of acres, apple blossoms

by the highway headed home

(after the craggy mountains,

forest green, snow crested walls

that keep coastal clouds from creeping

into fragrant Columbia valleys)

say welcome home, it’s April,

your lawn grew out of control

while you were away

the steelhead run fills your creek

and the sunshine barely remembers

you and your squinty smile.

~t.t.t.

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The sisters who sing

back up to the band

move their bodies to say

they know harmony the way women

and their lovers know harmony

the way hungry bodies dance

on the veranda in the sun

after margaritas and palms

kiss away the pain.

~t.t.t.

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He smelled of anesthesia

lying in his hospital bed

feeling his years, faded and forceless

beneath crumpled gray covers

when you, young beautiful woman,

touched his spotted forearm

smiled your sunny smile

touched his eyes with your own

and made him, for a moment,

a young man again.

~~Tito Titus

Naked and barefoot

morning of summer sun

no graceful way

to walk on crushed rock.

~ttt