Showing posts with label oranges under the freeway. Show all posts
Showing posts with label oranges under the freeway. Show all posts

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Las Olas para dias...

Way way
d
o
w
n
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

D
o
w
n
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.


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