Monday, June 6, 2011

POSTCARD FROM LAGUNA BEACH-1


There is no house on the hills
No purple tree in the forest
There is no laguna and no beach.
Crawl out of water!
Come out of cave!
Be my wave again!
There is no water
No white froth
There is no coast
There is no fish to catch
Be my oyster!
Be my island!
Be my ocean!
With wave be my wave!

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