A Little Closer to the Edge
It's National Poetry Month! April 2016 so I wrote a little something. __ A little closer to the edge foggy tips sit on morning fingertips, goosebumps fill her olive arms in the Altamont Valley where green hills - actually green - coat the backdrop as if an Irish bar will be placed precariously at its base. But like most mornings, the haze will dissipate and the climate will fluctuate Philly sweats then wears two sweaters while Californians expect sunshine even when it's January, she saw cherry blossoms in February. Aching sounds, construction won't falter because change is on the horizon. we are on the horizon, the dogwood patches dance in April breeze but car engines proclaim, "dominance." we are constructed roads, build high rises - maybe she is stuck in urban America. the seasons bleed together like the Bay meeting the Pacific Ocean waters are indistinguishable. in all corners of land I want to know if this if this cata