Las Olas para dias...

Way way

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South                             West

Perhaps we are un poco loco

As Latin lingo-goes

Spanglish by the seashore

Where-Donde

Las Olas-The Waves

peel like Naranjos

Nobody I know though

peddles oranges under freeways

These days

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Here, where El Sol, warms the soul

holding sway

in the Santa Ana way,

winds                                Offshore

salt air beckons to play

Building castles made of sand

stuck on Land

Breaking-Ruptura

frothing white mane in charge

liquid glass breaks at my feet

but See, the Sea, El Mar-La Mer-Las Olas,

-faces holding-                           Up

     o      l      n        along,

R       l     i       g

settingtogether  a  l  o  n  g

-Venus and her Sun-

hugging our vast horizon.

Composed 5/21/15.