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American Summer
Poems written while traveling.
Rented Beach House in Santa Cruz
1: Seabright There were special moments in the cold-wind backyard patio when the sound of waves crashing aligned with the screams from the roller coaster accompanied by a brief song from the morning grosbeak. 2: Drifting I The sky was layered with long strands of white clouds—white on blue, drifting, disappearing to the east, inland. Across the street an old house was being remodeled. A luminous being with white hair, thin legs, jogged by. 3: Drifting II The sky was layered with long strands of white clouds—white on blue, drifting, disappearing to the east, inland. Across the street an old house was being remodeled. The rich arrived with many many bags. 4: Drifting III The sky was layered with long strands of white clouds—white on blue, drifting, disappearing to the east, inland. Across the street an old house was being remodeled. Contrails from tiny planes. 5: Drifting IV The sky was layered with long strands of white clouds—white on blue, drifting, disappearing to the east, inland. Across the street an old house was being remodeled. A withered old man, like myself, walking toward the beach. 6: Drifting V The sky was layered with long strands of white clouds—white on blue, drifting, disappearing to the east, inland. Across the street an old house was being remodeled. Listing sailboats traverse the bay. 7: Drifting VI The sky was layered with long strands of white clouds—white on blue, drifting, disappearing to the east, inland. Across the street an old house was being remodeled. Magazines found in a drawer we left last summer. 8: Pleasanton Like cars changing lanes on a freeway among trucks and utility vehicles— burgers (cows) grazed on steep hillsides opposite wealthy homes situated between the hillside oaks. back | ToC | next
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