Pool at the Antzo-mendi
The Antzo-mendi bar was where
we went when we were male adolescents.
The place was big
and had a pool table in the middle.
Wooden floors.
You heard Velvet Underground there,
Ziggy Stardust.

Trotsky for me was riding
high up on the back of the tractor.

Trotsky for me was taking a bath naked
with my little friend in the bathtub.

Before when he had the Palmer hand
but better: palm trees—light-lined
pencils' curving & flowing, for years,

The right movement of the right foot
on dirt under tree-green grass underfoot,
the right movement of the left foot:

There are still hammers, aren’t there,
somewhere, and bricks dried in brick kilns?

Work has stopped for the winter,

I have a partridge egg,
a gift from a man
who found it in some field straw