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.