(after Rufino Tamayo’s Naturaleza muerta, 1935)
The finer joys of black
coffee after a dinner fresh
mackerel wine watermelon
sunset lighting the tile
flesh toned the table
a door turned side
by side we enter bones
clean we bottle the exit
we savor the grounds
aroma I am so happy
we could be hungry here
together we could be full
Matthew Woodman teaches writing at California State University, Bakersfield and is the founding editor of Rabid Oak. His poems appear in recent issues of Sonora Review, Sierra Nevada Review, and The Meadow, and more of his work can be found at www.matthewwoodman.com.
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