Because It’s November

A familiar face!
Del?
No, it’s not her.
She’s on the other end
of the country,
warm.
The closest I can get to
Arizona today
is inside the sweatshirt.
Small comfort.

The sky is grey
again.
At home
the sky is bright blue,
and under that sky
are people I love,
the mountains
and arroyos I love,
the cacti,
the spanglish,
my cats.
I want to go home
again.

I want to spend
my birthday where it matters.

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