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

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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