A californian sun
beats down
scorches skin
but the palm trees
seem to like it.
They sway
back and forth
on gangly haunches
reaching
with palm frond fingers
for that
flaming sphere
of glorified
california sun.
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graet poem for this -8 day.
ReplyDeletesorry..."great"
ReplyDeleteWell described JB.
ReplyDeleteThis image is gorgeous. Love the "reaching with palm frond fingers."
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