Secret Ingredients
Storm
black feathers gleaming
the final drop of rain falls
from a raven’s beak
–
a tempest-
swirls of cream
in my coffee
Hawaii
the hawaiian sun-
a straw hat and gunnysack
in pineapple fields
–
pacific clouds-
the obscured rim
of Kilauea
Were
the silver wolf moon-
in truth I’ll beg no solace
until the sunrise
–
so many people-
at lunch in the park
he yearns for the moon
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