Actually
another garden palm
en route
An oasis in Oakland
one can't help but call it
Crossing water
that only the righteous
may follow
Watching out
for my sudden
phone-cam focus
One's ancient self surfaces
Cold nights
wrinkled its edges
Death in the garden
life everywhere
My contemplation
my meditations
my prayers
withstand
even life's end
Individual profile
of notable palms
Some feel a need
to scratch letters into trees
How gauche
What ?
there's lots of Rays
A primitive face
a tiki
A total environment
I see animistic
Arcimbaldo figures
all around
Putting out
date filiments
A profundity of palms
a state of peace
Light diminishes
the day falls away
A venerable place
Now we must go
past the fountains
at the entrance to
the passage of the palms
Bye-bye
We must fly
bye-bye,
bye-bye
November-December 2017
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