Paradise medley

 

1

Sky, high, bright:

like new paint

 

monsoon rushes

storm drain,

 

you, were in

my dream, again;

 

whispering

to spirits.

 

The house

was huge

 

floating corridor

hidden yards

 

the paysage

immense,

 

mountains sheer

& the dogs

 

ran free.

 

Me, I’ve

travelled

 

end to end

of this big

 

bright world

where the sun

 

stretches the

horizon.

 

*

 

2

 

Early morning

rain, washes

 

cloud cover;

 

hummingbird flits

while traffic jam

 

builds,

 

on the coast road

&  my tan, cools.

 

Blackbirds squabble

over fallen fruit

 

while the dark hawk

scoops its morning

 

prey.

 

*

 

3

 

It’s 6am

in paradise

 

sky streaked

gold,

 

& I

returned from dream

march the empty beach.

 

Everywhere the day

hangs, potent, waiting.

 

There are angels

at the gates

 

outspread wings

open,

 

to welcome.

 

 

 

 

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