Ricardo's Lunch

5th Ave. was shoulder to shoulder with

hungry lunch-seeking business men

and women. Ricardo unpacked

his horn nervously and a foot cymbal.

Spring, early street season, too cold

for most musicians but he needed money.

His lips kissed the cold metal mouthpiece.

Carrying the saw and the pulaski.

Cutting brush for a fire line high up, 

where raptors and ravens fly. No sound

but wind if you could subtract the crew

working and dirty, joking during lunch.

A good year it had been sitting in the soil

feeling Ricardo's body on the mountainside.

Mountains moving as good a feeling.

Alone in his town, most neighbors at work, 

housecleaning done, Ricardo settled down

with pen to write and ate lunch.

People = chickadees.

Clutch size, substrate, territory, gestation period.

Mating rituals. Use of alcohol and hallucinogens.

Forms of cancer, heart disease. Burial rites, memories.

Creation myths, beliefs for which there is no evidence.

Range: tundra to tropics.