David Dominguez - Reading

             —For My Students

 

Breakfast, and I’m eating plain yogurt, figs from my garden, and honey.

             I’m sitting in a lawn chair on the backyard patio—

 

life is good, and the sunlight warming my lap and the pages 

             of a book remind me of Tucson 

 

and the subterranean apartment I rented alone and far from home.

             There was a sofa in front of my one window 

 

where at noon the sun burned briefly on the cushions as starlings 

             stirred in the t...