Written 4/2/2024

It's cold in the house.
I open the windows anyway 

to smell Spring.

More from awhile ago

All the fog!
There's a city back there,
but you'd never know.

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Sub par tacos
and no Horchata!
Cold wind through the open door....
Disappointment mounts
with every bite.

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He hurries down hill,
the red glow of his cigarette
marking his speed.

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Gray green tide creeps in.
The white gull flies away--
now I am alone.

February

 

February,
but through the open window
birdsong. 

Cold Fall day... / Looking at flowers...

Cold Fall day--
opened blinds let sun stream;
cats bask in the beams.

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Looking at flowers,
thinking about meditating,
But not doing it.

Breezes blow warmly...

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

Opening windows...

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