My Middle Name Will Be Carlos
I dreamt last night a street –
white stucco houses breathing sun
they shone, bidding an amicable buenos dias
an old woman in bright plumes
and with bare birdlike feet
leaned in the shade
was this a dream or a memory?
A fat cigar was in her lips
thick smoke, white rising above the white
Senora, it is still morning! The blue is unbroken!
Passing by, a wary dog avoids you, avoids me,
avoids this dream
Is this a dream? Is it memory? Maybe premonition?
From inside a white house with yellow flowers
comes a sound, the pounding of tortillas,
just as I awaken, the flies in this street
beginning to buzz
Patrick Meighan teaches a poetry workshop at Nashua Community College in New Hampshire. His poems have appeared in various online and print journals, including Inflectionist Review, Flash!Point, Wilderness House Literary Review, Alexandria Quarterly Magazine, and others. He co-edited “Images from Ruin,” an anthology of 9/11 poems, and his chapbook “Jurisprudence” was published in 2014. Patrick received his MFA in poetry from the low-residency program at New England College.