sugar cubes
by t. zoEy benally

decades had passed
since i had heard those songs
i could feel the uneasiness
wrap it's dessicated fingers
around my throat

would it be a semi with jaundiced eyes
slamming into fruit trees in my orchard?
collective outrage of several thousand leaves
then almost ripe fruit pummelling to earth
angry fists, then plum colored skin

but when he put it in
and she sang those angular chords
skipped up & down steps with Bo Jangles
it was none of those things
spring winds and discovery by fresh ears
made it new again
leaving me to wonder
in which box, in which closet
does it all hide?