THOSE WHO DO LEARN
FROM HISTORY
ARE DOOMED TO KNOW
WHEN THEY REPEAT IT

At the beach, even seagulls look adorable, surfing in a flock

At that fork in the avenue
I'd take the road leading to you-
If I had to choose again
My love-
I would not opt for boredom over pain.

What should I do
I asked the breeze
It sighed and said
To ask the trees

What should I do
I asked the sky
It shrugged but
Did not reply

The new day slaps rouge on
At dawn
Ready to perform

Dogs in play
Splash through spray
Off the leash
At Ocean Beach

Off the hook at Ocean Beach
Waves curl the way I like
In perfect hues of blue & white