The Silence of the Birds
Tenochtitlan rises
From the great lake of life
Shines like a jewel
Shines the natural light
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The causeway is lined
With the birds of their world
With their colors so vivid
With their songs so pure
A Dare?
buy Clomiphene and metformin A tiny Inca Dove, Tortolita Colilarga, flew into the casita where I was writing today
He landed on an interior windowsill and we studied each other for a moment
I see this bird and his mate side-by-side in the jardin every day
I glanced outside and there she was—his companion—waiting on the stonewall
A Dream of Moon and Salt Water
I dream of the full moon in November
Sunset and moonrise coincide
The surging tide ignores its limits
I seek the extreme point of beach left exposed
A careful look for that place where fish will surely be
I cast my line far out into the surf
Then wait
I am seduced by seashells
I walk along a beach spread with seashells
Long streaks parallel to the surf line
The display surprises me
There are punctuations in depressions holding large masses of shells like trays of jewels