Naked Ladies

Right,

Green, Go

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California,

No Parking,

Local Strawberries,

No spray,

Yellow-Truck,

1LU4EVR,

fruit-stand,

light-house,

green-field,

sea-cliff,

blue-cove,

Stop.

A gray rectangle moves slowing on blue horizon

A cargo ship, probably?

Surf kites in the wind,

Voices, a tired baby cries,

The sound of shells in the distance.

Warm breeze through redwood,

The tops stirring like spirit alone,

The dust path,

The hill shaded in late August light

With pink naked ladies.

Pink naked ladies,

the hall in August,

Strawberries, Oysters, California, One.

Norman's offering of ice,

Like his stone heads of woman but with

clear blue light,

Gifts of love,

Your mother's pearls,

The ivory silk falling

Where the world begins.

The walk past the drying creek,

Past the beautiful bark

Like white cork.

A cloud of white dust coming down the road.

A dark man waves, I smile back,

A lady-bug lands on my shirt,

then sails away on white air.

Light sky through

Live oak trees,

Like Pollack crashed his car

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