Yet to Sleep
  By Celeste Adame

Green dives into yellow creating blue skies with cloudy horizons
overlooking Cornet Bay at Deception Pass, where she sat with
me in a dream not yet dreamt, because I have yet to sleep; house
blend coffee opens eyes twenty minutes faster than a cold shower
on a hot day in middle of October, the twenty ounce cup has
kick started my brain and it’s moving like Santa Anas on a cloudless
day in prairies of White Sands where setting sun follows the
path I took to find my way back into the bed we share and talk all
night with her head on my chest while her left arm lays across my
stomach and strokes the keyboard where our story was created;
envision fields of ruby red daisies, blue roses and black lilacs
above which flies the same bird from picture in room and realize
Tony “wants the world, chico, and everything in it.”