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American Summer
Poems written while traveling.
San Clemente
Into the pale trumpet of a flower on the jacaranda beside the balcony a plump bumble bee squeezes. It is late afternoon; soon the tree frogs shall begin their rainsong in the water canyon below and the birds will roost in the low trees as the runoff trickles, as the old couples head toward the empty beach down the residential street across the canyon. A man takes the leash off his dog. The brush moves. The train from San Diego whistles. Sunlight bounces off the windows in the condominiums on the hills. In those open spaces left on the newly terraced slopes, condominiums are being built much like a wise and soothing answer to these barren, coastal hills. Wood-frame and roofless, I can see in them to their stairs— in the distance above the jacaranda, the pale flowers and the bumble bee. back | ToC | next
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