Gabe Arroyo would make his rounds
like a jovial Santa at Christmas
with a pickup load of honey and Patron
on the ranches where he kept his hives
for the winter—have an early morning toast
to the New Year:
1 generous shot of Tequilla
2 shots of fresh-squeezed orange juice
in a glass of pomegranate nectar
leftover from Robbin’s jelly. He’d get a jar
and we’d have another round or so
his son-in-law could drive him home.
Gabe’s gone, but we make merry
with his holiday spirit
as if he were still here.
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