From Last Night

At dusk,
birdsong and warm wind--
and the smell of tacos. 


In the stifling room,
voices talk of freedom,
hope, love... And the heat.


Evergreen trees
shake gently in the breeze,
swaying to birdsong. 

Breezes blow warmly...

Breezes blow warmly.
Through the open window-- the
smell of nectarines. 

At Studio Biongiorno II

Small fountain waters,
lone lavender plant in shade--
Summer's breezes blow.

Opening windows...

Opening windows
to fresh breezes and birdsong,
l listen and breathe.