Mercury Still Retrograde

Earlier this month, took my son to see LaLaLand, then tried to play “City of Stars” on the ukulele.  That’s when tendons in my carpal tunnel snapped.   Makes it hard to hold a fork, so I used my fingers to hold the chicken while I cut it up this morning for the dog’s breakfast.  That’s when I stabbed my finger.  Mercury turns direct on May 4.  I’d cross my fingers but, well…

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South America Studies

Heading south to Uruguay in less than a month after fifteen years away.  Getting so excited, I’m sketching the place in advance.  Thanks, Google Maps!

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Birds of South America

                                                                            —Americana arrogantus

When summer comes, los uruguayos perch

Themselves on Maldonado’s Punta shore

Like seagulls, each aims a firm, fat belly

Boiled eggs in salted sun.

                                                     Across the border

Beyond the Rio de la Plata’s breeze

Argentinos strut through Buenos Aires

Proud as peacocks, their tilted coccyges

Bent back, cocksure, as if supporting plumes

Of opalescent eyes.

                                                     Over the Andes

In war-torn Santiago, los chilenos cuddle

Nuzzle—all in cooing, kissing pairs

A flock of plaza pigeons, not people

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I mock them all, yes, yes—but I’m regal

Soaring above, a bald-headed eagle