Satisfaction
Free day,
I walk to Santa Teresa plaza,
in search of warmth
Warmth
of a stucco wall
radiating sunlight
Sunlight refracting through
the scale of chitin on
a Mexican bluewing
Wing of a mourning dove–
a whistle and a whir–
wind on my face
Face of a quarter,
round and hard in my pocket,
pressing against my thigh, a ring
Ring of the trumpet
in the mariachi band
bouncing over the wall
Wall of sweet lemon
perfume from the field of verbena
to drown me, and I…
I won’t be spending
my spare change today.
All I want is free.
Daily Prompt:  “Write a poem that is about something abstract – perhaps an ideal like ‘beauty’ or ‘justice,’ but which discusses or describes that abstraction in the form of relentlessly concrete nouns,” from Na/GloPoWriMo site.
Cathy Tea's SimLit Anthology 