In Albuquerque


(Airport)
Light blue of the corridor wall of the airport building. Outside,
huge volumes of bright sunbeams flood all of a sudden.
Under the sky of ultra cobalt blue,
brightness of the walls of mud houses
like Van Gogh's yellow.
In the shining dry atmosphere,
I deeply breathe in and breathe out.

(Meetings)
Here you are - an yellow cycling bicycle. 
Handshakes. Joyousness. 
How have you been? I'm from Japan. Oh, how wonderful! 
You are a poet, aren't you? Well, well, well. Hahahahaha. 
T'was so beautiful. Oh, really? Oh! yes............
With my backbone straight, calming down my mind, I breathe. 
Silence. Meditation. Chorus. Hands to hands.
Orthodoxy. Avant-garde.....
Time gone by.
Added young generation.
Poetry reading.

(Central Avenue)
The massive mountain range of Sandia - the powerful cube,
with spotted bare rock of ocher,
with the soft long slope faraway.
An old woman from Romania. Room #110. Coin laundry. Discos. 
Karate Gym. Bridal photo. Furniture. Mountain beads. Bar and grill.
Restaurant. Ladies' dress. Body jewelry. Tattoo.....
High noon.
A guy wearing tattoo on his skin head and all over his body. Pale face.
Ill !
Chill runs through my back.
Only the women walking the street look so healthy and beautiful.
Why?
Relaxation at Manie's Restaurant.
Solemnity of the bright gate of
the University of New Mexico.

(City)
Riverside of the great Rio Grande.
Full of green woods.
A stroll of an early morning
I once enjoyed with Cathleen and Phyllis.

Albuquerque,
the city of flatness.