Balance of Nature

This scene is replayed each morning, as the long rays of the rising sun highlight the tips of the sparkling breakers. Diving seabirds know that breakfast awaits and each, in turn, swoops swiftly into the crashing surf to snag its prey.  I take my place, front and center, at the shoreline to view this extravaganza;  […]

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Subjective Perspective

The point of one’s perspective may be blind, (I mused) when spying gay-adorned displays, For deep within the recess of my mind, The mimeographed script again replayed. We children, both, role-playing on that day so long ago, he was the soldier boy, And I, a mere rag doll, in tattered frays, While others dressed as […]

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Objects d’Art

At last to view the changes to our “House” Amid the tiki torches, falls and leis, Where flourished once a rain-like forest doused, Would we even recognize the place? Attentions drawn instead towards the bay, As floor space opened wide before our eyes, The central lava waterfall erased, And in its place bright, sparkling, marbled […]

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