Eldorado

Eldorado

Fanning out from the

revolving lamp

red, green, yellow, blue

colors are shifting

long shadows thrown

against the blank TV the

otherwise white

floral chairs and pillows

the walls

where grandmother

displays her collections:

small bells

and saucers

and china dogs on glass

shelves

of the cabinet

A tree of tinsel glitters

while on the stove

the oil boils her

fried pies to a

light brown: hours

spent

crimping edges

of the dough

around the thick apple filling

perfect fork marks

like a zipper

restraining a waning

crescent moon

There's no need for winter

in south Arkansas

these pines

will see no snow

Christmas glitters

in grandma's earrings shines upon

her bright

red lipstick

and the polished handles

of her copperware