Windows & trees are the world & the sea
Out of my window on the wall
White birds skimming the bay, gulls
Seagulls swooping a white boat setting,
On a buoy flat & quiet slightly obscured
By two Christmas trees and a nearby mountain ash
There there
In the influence of Rod McKuen
&
All about the sailor in Him;
This morning
Paris-Three, L.A.-An Outstretched Hand & Tokyo-Fish Kites
There
Firewood, bricks & sticks stacked at the View Inn
On Geranium Hill, ballads
& shadows
Shadow Street on Geranium Hill
A sad new song
But;
The morning sun warms Shadow Street
&
There there are
Jazz poetry, leprechauns & silk
This morning