Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Carmen, My Friend

Carmen kneads a golden sun
faking to make corn tortillas
and spreads her gifts
at my feet with sighs or smiles.
Her forms, a nourishing discipline
smitten with rhythm, feeling, and life
arranged in light with her fingertips
perennial like roses yet full of tricks,

and she circles the wayward muse
thorns of irony in her eyes,
singing of lines, pattern, or refrain
as she meters my heartbeats
humoring sarcasm or star dreams
that my wrinkles and ridges crave.
Then, her backbone, rod-straight,
she copes with my scars and hopes

as she’s my personal support in satin,
a sacred antidote for darkest times
or a perfumed lunatic, soul-feeder,
for Carmen is a poem in Latin.

Carmen = ode or poem in Latin

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