Monday, December 19, 2016

A Clear Afternoon in Irvine

Eucalyptus leaves arrive in peace
          alit on pod-red streets,
There's laughter in the Spanish, twitter from birds
          on the golden state of blue.

A banner that is barely waving
          is all that one can see
How, behind the curtain, so much is
          suppressed;

What doesn't need to be here now
          in these quiet, empty streets
Where the illusions one creates
          are not even real.

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