
Jeanne-Marie Makes Bread

REMEMBERING VALDY
Play me a rock and roll song
or don’t play me no song at all
I might not remember your name
but I know you’re a friend all the same
when you put the needle down
on that record by the bed
Everything that still moves moves
and memories come flooding back
Girls and cars and beer
as every year becomes that year
Thank you dear
THE GIRL FROM AWAY
I was sixteen, it was summer
Hauling wheat to town in the 3 ton Chevy
A quart of store-bought buttermilk
on the seat for the trip back to the ranch
There was a girl, my age and beautiful
visiting in the last house on the left
Sometimes she would be
on the street or in the yard
The truck was new and powerful
I was farm boy healthy, strong
We were hitting on all cylinders
It was warm, the window was open
I was in love, the buttermilk was cold
NUDE
Naked is not the same as nude
Naked is a baby
on a bearskin rug
Grandma in a nursing home
daily bathed by cold-eyed nurse
Nude is Venus rising from the sea
Nude is Marilyn
posing for a calendar
with nothing on but the radio
PUERTO MORELOS DAWN
Little wooden boats
lap dancing with the shore
AN OLD RECIPE
When the getting into of drawers
while still a great pleasure
has ceased to be
an obsession
There still remains
(perhaps the best)
The loving spoon
and the cupping
of a breast