Morning Meditation 3.19.14


Song and Dance

The moist, fertile breath of March
cools my morning face
Sparrows cut a ruckus, wings akimbo,
in the palm tree
while golden honeybees float between
pear blossoms, a mini ballet
A glint of red in an azure sky,
Coast Guard chopper jitterbugs overhead
among the lazy background bustle
of the city, it all melds together, an outdoor
theater for my pleasured senses.

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