California Notebooks, Mornings, 2014


the sound of my steps
my hills on concrete

early in the morning
resounds in my head

is an internal sound
that echoes all over

when thoughts cease
for a minute or two


when flowers reach
the fullness of my heart


invasive as their perfume
I slow down to inhale

it’s a time warp this one
now suddenly on the

French/Italian Riviera
same me hushed in the

moment of understanding
beauty from within



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