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It would seem
that the stage
is set
for a spectacular
stream of events
but don’t be
fooled,
the golden rule
goes something
like this:
it all comes
in waves, the
good and the bad
depending on
whether you
are righteous
or sad,
the sadder you are
the worse it gets
the sneers are
saved for the
hypocrites,
who slide past
the dreary
and stomp
on the weary,
for they can
be such a bore,
best to hang
with the winners
the ultimate sinners
they are so hard to ignore,
so remember to
smile when that
snapshot appears
even if you are
screwed up to your ears,

They waited to
surprise me,
the fabulous
beautiful
NAKED LADIES,
hiding beneath
the ground
for years, I have
never before
seen them in
the old garden,
but this summer
the apple tree
was fragrant
and bountiful,
roses flourished
from beyond the
overgrown bush
and earlier a
Calla Lily popped
up, leaving behind
sad wilted leaves,
so I assumed that
we were done,
and yearning for
the chance to
snatch a few of
those pink lilies
that grow in
abundant wild
here on the coast,
appearing by
chance wherever
they please, the
original pods were
probably loved by
the natives at
feasts of abalone
and fish,

He joins me
in a cosmic
accident,
walking by
the sea
the master of
The Mermaid
House,
just him and
me, by surprise
and fate
we are racing
along against
the wind, admiring
his fabulous abode,
the one I would choose
if able,
standing like a
queen on the shores
vines in the
courtyard, a hint
of water sounds
out from a fountain
unseen from the
street, it’s meant
to entice behind
the gate, perhaps
he peeks from a
shuttered window
engaged in some
quirky business,
he doesn’t tell
much, only about the
legacy, the wonderful
Mr. Morse back in 1926,
making rules for the fine
homes of the forest,