Friday, October 14, 2011

Walk with me...

The ocean waves of traffic hum now from lamar blvd.

 A vee shaped flock of white birds lit up against the dark sky by 

such a bright lady of moon.

 Loitering in closed shop windows, dreaming of a workshop

 and an old house on the hill. 

The few drops of rain spring forth an occupation of star burst 

wildflowers, smiling in a spasm of ecstasy.