After this pestilence is over
if we are free again and I am still young enough
We will go back to my birth mountains of Albuquerque
and have a breakfast in the old Church Street Café
Hopefully Jose will come smiling and shuffling down the stone path
to our table by the fountain
And say good morning
Coffee?
We will have huevos rancheros and the gringo breakfast with eggs and sausage
while the large strange cat watches us from above on the stone wall
I will go to Colorado
on a winding road leading west of Fort Collins into the mountains
and try to find the exact rock I sat on long ago
with my lost friends
These places have the imprint of my spirit
as my spirit is imprinted with them
The hawk of my turquoise age
will carry me
