Nature in tandem, aiding and abetting,
Waves smooth as the bodies that chase them,
Perfect symmetry drawn in ocean combers,
And all there is is this moment.
Diet of fish and fruit rendered my body spa...
“Memories of Alhambra” he calls it,
And already I know I’m in trouble.
Woody Allen’s doppelganger
Dances impossibly deft fingers
Over a small, custom guitar
Sounding not like one, but two.
May brings a southern breeze
Blowing pollen off spruce trees
Sowing little tree baby seeds
A sandwich and, naturally
My hair in my mouth
The air smells like sweet memories
Air dense with trees and pollen,
I couldn’t get a breath in.
Sent to live in an oxygen tent at age seven.
Left their autograph in my health,
And I am left with gratitude
That I can exhal...