A poem for fall,
Since it's never really winter in California.
At least not the way I knew it and didn't mind leaving it behind
In favor of a holiday party out on the bay. But layers will be in order.
Since it's never really winter in California.
At least not the way I knew it and didn't mind leaving it behind
In favor of a holiday party out on the bay. But layers will be in order.
Privacy
The animals are leaving
the safety of the trees
Light sensors respond
to the footfall of every guest
To retard the growth of algae
The fishes must be moved
from the window
Stiller than water she lay
As in a glass dress
As if all life might come to its end
within the radius of her bed
Beyond the reef of trees a beach cannot be seen
The bay itself barely breathing
In the other wing of the house
A small boat awaits elucidation
The animals are leaving
the safety of the trees
Light sensors respond
to the footfall of every guest
To retard the growth of algae
The fishes must be moved
from the window
Stiller than water she lay
As in a glass dress
As if all life might come to its end
within the radius of her bed
Beyond the reef of trees a beach cannot be seen
The bay itself barely breathing
In the other wing of the house
A small boat awaits elucidation
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