Wednesday, December 5, 2007


I have stood on the beach in Monterey,
looked reminiscently with you towards Maui,
recalling the fragrance of plumeria leis on the breeze.



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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