Detail of Mural Painting

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Some Poems

aging in a Mediterranean clime

half a moon
waxes gibbous
in the full glare
of a parching sun,

Pacific madrones
in the season of
renew their skins
fresh, medicinal

bush tits flit
and glean manzanitas
for their tiny insect life
on the coastal mountain,

a flash of blue,
a scrub jay
darts into and through
along the very edge —

what portion of
my life he wondered
have I managed to
stand up straight?