January 19, 2012- Small Stones
by Teri H Hoover
Hours of talking at a Mexican Restaurant.
I study the painting on and off throughout the conversation.
The afternoon sun
the rustic well kept buildings
attending the perfect cobbles
that wind through the center
of this quiet Mexican village.
The perfectly formed cobbles blue with shade
suddenly glow warmly at the the lone travelers feet
Shoulders drenched in sunshine
green golden hills holding the steeple of a church.`
Conversations, winding the perfect cobbles, through sunshine and shadow,
enfolding each other, in green hills and golden afternoon warmth.