The two
story Roman Cross style house
Sat in the
western foothills
On the
outskirt of Tucson
It was
designed by my Uncle Kim
Built by
my Uncle Ron
And lived
in by us for a couple years
Downstairs
contained all of the bedrooms
And the TV
room just off the deck
We’d
huddle down there every afternoon
To watch
cartoons
And avoid
chores
Then something
cool happened
Thundering
sounds began
Tromping across
the back deck
Stirring us
from our electronic trance
We all
wondered if the deck was falling
Or a quick
storm had hit
We rushed
to the window
To find
even more wonder
A troupe
of javelina met our eyes
Dozens of
the wiry desert pigs
Trudging
on as if this was normal
I took it
as an invitation
Slipped on
my shoes and bolted
Running after
the galloping herd
Figuring
there must be some reason
Something that
sent them to me
On through
the Sonoran desert
Under an
overcast sky
Falling
behind, but keeping in sight
Until they
began to slow and gather
I slowed
too and slunk down to hide
I’d heard
of their temper
A tendency
to stampeded in defense
Instead
they just stood and looked
With a
subtle confidence and peace
As if they
knew it was only me
A hunter with no weapon
Who was
welcome
As long as
I didn’t stay too long
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