Early Morning Tepoztlan

Dew on the glass table on my balcony...
haze covers the mountains like a blanket
on a sleepy body. Phil Spector is on trial
in L.A. for murder. He wears a blonde wig.
No one would suspect anything has happened
here in Tepoztlan for thousands of years....
lives coming on and burning out...flickering
like candles on an unseen shrine...no big
deal...like corn that just grows when it rains.

Mexican street dogs ignore you,
unless you have food...then they come up
quietly and wait. Sometimes they get the chorus
going good at night, howling in unison.
Sometimes at night they all seem mad.
Atmospheric emotional barometers?
We're all connected in electric gelatinous
space. Phenomina are electric display
that seems concrete so we can get to work
on time, pay our bills..