A L O H A !
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Princess Flower, Marin |
Malinini
is a Hawaiian word
for a person
who JUST got here:
a newcomer.
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Fragmentary Impressions |
Today marks one week
that I am waking
in California
instead of Hawaii.
Like these geese,
I am paddling like mad
under the surface.
But it already suits me
down to the ground.
This is a simpatico place
on many levels,
and I feel wonderful!
I think I will do
some good work here,
and have already written
my first continental poem
in thirty years:
Marin Malihini
These are
the stars of childhood,
profusion & wonder
I hadn't remembered
till now.
This is the Autumn
of wood smoke & colors
banishing dread heat
on leafy hushed streets.
Pumpkins and raking
and cornstalks in sheafs;
This is the Autumn
that I remember.
These are the people
albeit with new faces
the people of many places
who call this bounty
"Home."
Rolling country, Bay,
Meadow, Mountain;
Ocean beaches
spraying fountains.
Across the storied
Golden Gate
dreams long deferred
shimmer and wait.
This will be good,
this will be meat;
I'll labor, that labor
will bring forth much sweet.
Thank YOU
for Visiting!
Fondly, cloudia
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Waikiki is a bustling Urban Resort on lapping sands
with gentle waves and Diamond Head. Magnificent skies
but certainly no place for astronomy.
I grew up in the Northeastern USA
with four distinct seasons.
Since 1967 I have been trying
to move to [not just visit]
The People's Republic of
San Francisco.
And now here I am: 30 minutes away.
No telling WHAT can come of this!