Lunch & Love at the Bardo

Sitting at the outdoor Bar & Grill of the Bardo
Hotel halfway down Baja California, eating
chicken enchiladas, we gaze.  Our eyes graze out
over the round ocean, our ancestral homestead.

The vast blue turning Sky & Sea is on fire
and very small, and there's plenty of room
in her little brown eyes for more than
one sun, one sky, one Pacific Ocean.

Each enchilada contains a stadium of hushed fans.
Each enchilada contains a sellout crowd
of roaring faces. We each eat two and
then go for a long walk along the beach.

We walk the edge until the earth
turns us away from the churning
blue and—cuckoo clock sudden—
towards a deep black heaven pumping stars.

Hand in hand we barefoot back to the Bardo & Bed
for some happy happy boom boom.
And afterwards she says: "O Harvey,
we have everything, except money."

Harvey Goldner lives in Seattle. His poems have appeared in Adirondack Review, Bellowing Ark, Chelsea, Curious Rooms, Exhibition, Exquisite Corpse, 4th Street ,Poetry Midwest, Puerto del Sol, Rattle, The Sun, and elsewhere. A chapbook, Memphis Jack, was recently published by Spankstra Press (Seattle).

Email: Harvey Goldner

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