One hand in the high lake,
the other in the clouds,
my back against volcanoes,
ripe coffee cherries
everywhere.

Lago de mi corazón.

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I have been enamoured
by yet another tree.
It never stops.

I remember it fondly though time has passed and seasons have changed and the memories become much like a dream embedded in my conscience. She was lean with an athletic form from years of running and playing soccer. Her hair was very short, nearly black and complemented her large, brown/black eyes that were always shinning and full of curiosity. She ( Read more... )

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As I clean a wine tank,
the acorn woodpeckers
in the oaks above
keep me happy.

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