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Opportunity Knocks

On the edge of this island farm, a crinkled, indigo ocean waits

below massive mountains that rise into snow-capped ridges,

like Samurai swords, slicing the blue with ice-pick white

defining the border where earth and sky meet.

Eagles, gulls and terns circle and swoop

as sunlight catches and flashes on their wings, 

their cries falling high above the fog horn’s moan

disappearing like shadows in gossamer mists;

You can’t see them, even though they are there.

You know, but knowing isn’t enough.

All you can see are tussocked rows of lavender and green 

perspective points of view on this land at your feet.

Lines merging, and lost in the brilliant fog, 

they tempt one to enter and stroke

the soft, yielding heads of mauve

knowing this is their moment

stealing the mountain’s glory

like purple Prima Donnas



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Night Thief


My petunias opened, cerise and purple

colors vibrant and rich

full of passion

But the caterpillar, that crawls at night,

chewing buds and petals until all that was left

were ruffle-edged holes

where color used to be,

is only white.

I wonder

What did he do with the passion?


Photo courtesy of Google Images: fhgardencenter.com/images/hanging/petunia.jpg



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