Friday, May 6, 2022

SAN MIGUEL by David Painter

Innocent -eyed, twenty- three, a pocket full of pesos
south of the border calling me
Peeling adobe with faded muraled walls
red brick showing through it all
Shafts of sunlight spread out across the room
illuminating places where danger looms.

A place where wide sombreros
give no traces of friend or foe.

Shifting hues of light never run true
revealing crossed ankles wearing those hooker shoes
her long legs stretching past the room upstairs
the air so hot it would make a pepper despair.

Gun- metal grey smoke curled around
her angelic face filtering through her dark hair
then rising like streams of mist on a
hot summer’s lake.

Half smiles fan the flames

her promise of passion
just one more shot of tequila away
prices made, pesos paid, and so it goes ….
Down San Miguel way.




David Painter is a Northeast Ohio poet and photographer. His aim is to
capture his point of view on the world through nature, culture, architecture and history.Dave’s love for photography began in the 1970s with the purchase of his first Minolta SLR camera. Through his keen eye, Dave became a member of the Cleveland Photographic Society and the Chagrin Valley Photography Guild. For the last decade, Dave has added poetry to his creative repertoire. Expanding his interests to the human condition, fiction and history; his favorite
era being the Civil War. Much of Dave’s poetry is inspired by his photography; the perfect marriage of his two passions.
Dave is a member of many poetry groups including Allegory Alley, ScribblesWriting Organization, Poems and Unpoems, Writers Writing Poems and Out of Your Write Mind. Additionally, he is active in The Pixel Photography Club and the local historical society. Dave was born and raised in Charleston, W.V. but has made the Greater Cleveland area his home for the past fifty years. He is married with two kids.

Instagram:@davepainterphotography
   

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