Home, for Camila

Our Bouvier Charcoal, "would sit in the shade all day,
and smell the flowers."
(Paying tribute to Munro Leaf's The Story of Ferdinand)

Home?

My dog sleeping away all day long

Nestled in a corner of the kitchen,

yellow

Against the green leaves of plants,

Overgrown as window shades

To hide the heat of summer

Or glare of winter’s day?



Or is home a memory of days

With sisters running on the beach of waterfronts,

On boardwalks laughing, eating cotton candy,

Talking of our daily conquests?



Heat radiates through windows,

Warmth fills the sun drained dusty day.

The laughter of my daughter’s eyes

glitters miles away through computer graphics.

Glaring pictograms, even as warm and fuzzy fun rays

Wrestle my doddering day old doldrums,

And her singsong voice, her vale,

Her voluptuous vapor bantering



Force me to forget my mundane life.