Tuesday, October 23, 2007


up here, far above
the cloud topped mountains
what would Basho think
silent majesty crossed
by a plane's shadow

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oil rigs in the distance
tin foil in the sand
would we give these up
the sea speaks in tongues
the sun has our backs

(Just got back from a brief trip to Santa Barbara, California, checking out a retirement residence in Goleta, which is actually looking like a very possible move for me.)

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