From “Thinking of a”

scarf “azurro” misspelled, so not of the language
it purports to depict, but it is blue and should
be called “young love” for a way to name what
is lost. You can’t hang on to all that past, fireplace,
a smell of piñon. We’ve made our culture,
walking late at night very late, three or four voices
drunk or not accustomed to accommodation.
Can’t hear crickets yet, the ground too cold even
for small plastic pots.