Apricot sun on route 95

And behind me

Still lavender blue night framed in my rear view mirror

I leave bare branch trees

Dark lines against my treasured city

Ahead wild seagulls whirl and dip

Angels of the refuse

Of our existence

                                                  3/24/2014

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s