Bobby Chavira - West of Payson

my August girl knocked my right off of my balances, on the blind side underneath a pinhole sky. by September girl you had tucked me underneath your careful wing, willingly, to culture me and shape as clay

In the fray tucked away we talked Rodin and Gustav Klimt's The Kiss, we painted graceful company

October girl had me riding 'cross the southern landscape counting yellow stripes and listening to Jack White. November girl had me all fired up in comic gueys; by December I had settled down enough to celebrate

The candles on the cake seemed too many
The fireworks flaring the way we always do

my New Year girl brought me all the patience Job could only dream of, but February wiped it away clean. by the spring we were Marching to the beat of drummers so different while the winds swept everything in grey.

April knew there wasn't much that she could do; how quickly time's away

It's May my girl, can I have another simple dance with you? all the June brides are much too self-involved, and as your raven hair spills all around our moving bodies, cascading down to frame our dimpled resolve

Did July, did you lie
My pretty secret
In July can we make it summertime again?

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