4/23/10
4/22/10
G o l d e n D o o r - P a r t 2
I am mesmerized by the
strength and gusto
with which the ocean pounds the coast.
Repeatedly.
Flinging forth and unfurling.
Revealing a thousand treasures at my feet:
curved pebbles, soft glass, coral-
Immigrants of the sea, eternal passengers,until i save them,
and lift them,
and place them
in the pocket of my dress.
G o l d e n D o o r - P a r t 1
It is the night of the sinking moon.
Against the fire's glow,
we three make a mountain range on the sand.
It is the end; the place where the embers join the stars.
We dance with the sea and the sea dances back.
Tomorrow, i will say goodbye to the chirping coqui,
to the coconut and its hard shell, white flesh and pure juice,
to this beach i have walked every morning,
to the old man with his blue pale and white net
who stares out, searching.
Goodbye enchanted island, golden door.
3/30/10
R i v e r W a l k
The wind is flirting with me.
It is sending viney tendrils to tickle my check
and lifting the hem of my dress
to reveal a bare knee.
It is forcing violets to bow.
To please and entertain,
it has choreographed a subtle dance of leaves in treetops.
To woo, it sprinkles golden pollen in airy swirls all around me.
3/29/10
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