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WHAT I LIKE ABOUT BROOKLYN

Black
white
Latino
Asian

as my father said
it takes all kinds
to make a world

sure
we come complete

with
sirens wailing
subways fraying
landlords taking

cab drivers
honking their
proverbial
horns

suburb
it ain’t

but people star
instead
of cars

bridges talk
instead of walls

what I like
about Brooklyn
is how

people sit
on their front stoops
at night
when the moon is full

instead of
in their
backyards

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JUSTICE

Caressing

the usual breasts
the obvious thigh

but also the forgotten places
the ignored places
the looked down upon places

like small towns
the freeway
has bypassed

in the rush to get to
where we are going

and yet the traveler also
needs to spend time with

also needs
to explore

bringing them
into the swing of things
the back and forth
the circle of praise

the valley
of the underarms
the loneliness
of ankles

the zone of
lines and wrinkles
the republic
of ear lobes

amid the kissing
and the cuddling

the stroking
and enfolding

the making love

doing justice
to them
also

before we
come


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GARDEN

Yesterday
it was she holding
the wounded kitten
to her breast
as if it was a child.

Today
it was me tossing
the green salad
in the kitchen,

as she hammered
the screen door
on its hinges.

The days pass
like tomatoes
in the garden.

But if I could just
figure out
what triggers
these erections!


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NEW MEXICO EYES
       For Bette

That was a good vacation,
you say,
on the plane flight
home,

it was, I say,
and it is not over
yet,

tomorrow,
we will wake up
and go to work
in the morning,

walk in our own
canyons,
past the skyscrapers
of our own myths,

tomorrow
we will wake
and go to work
in the morning,

read the news
about our troubled tribe,
catch a different kind
of petroglyph,

tomorrow
we will wake
and go to work
in the morning,

so many missions
to run,
and such little space
to squeeze them in

with only a dazzling
tapestry
on our wall,
bearing the colors

of the mountains
and the chile peppers
and the earth
and the sky

to remember
the spirit of the place,
this wonderful time
we have shared together,

but we will see everything,
we will see everything
through New Mexico
eyes

  CHRIS BUTTERS__