I have stood on the beach in Monterey,
looked reminiscently with you towards Maui,
recalling the fragrance of plumeria leis on the breeze.
//birds
birds
The mourning doves awaken me
with mournful coos
the quail hurry across the road,
their curlicues like showgirl hats
the peacock screams, apparently
in agony
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