Adiós to the dumb
straightforwardness of adobe
Beneath scant whitewash
you are horseshit—
compressed turds
& straw
an ancient nose thumbed
against the heat of endless days
Adiós to the preponderance the invincibility
the recklessness of forsythia
A
trillion similes ago
someone harnessed you
with what they mistook
for desperate innovation:
like a wild & golden hair
plummeting down my lover’s pliant
spine
they wrote
Adiós to the tenacious
striated black butterflies
nearly a full notch
above mothy
aggravation
While I am not entirely
fluent
in microscopic tongues
I spot you there
on the burly thistle &
bendy fern
Screw
them & their orange world
those monarchs & sons of
monarchs
I hear you bawling
what has become of subtle utility?
Adiós to the patas chicas
the little paws
descendants of the Olmecs
the Aztecs the Tarahumara
how I would go unshod
& disfiguringly calloused
in your land of miniature
shoes
& outright disdain
Adiós to my days of pumping siphoning
hauling shifting
purifying
storing & rationing water
In
one learns
abundance is a virtue
The
rest is a quaint morality—
to which one can easily say
adiós adiós adiós