Snooker Championship with Grandad Kelly
Winter drawn in, now enveloping days; Suppertime done, and attention astray. Chatty memories, noisy Blind Date plays, Novembers long, and Christmas weeks away. Cars wet and slow go forth to town and bar, No light coming from the darkening stairs, Watching raindrops...
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Winds Gusting, billowing, Headwinds slow all to a crawl, Blasting, harrowing.
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Allergies Petals fall in dust, Pollen thickly coats the ground, Tree shed their birthright.
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Sunday dawn Strip malls stand quiet, No money is changing hands, No merchants present.
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Desert bloom Desert green and bloom, Returning to dusty home, Returning to drought.
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Seal Beach Military base, Standing waiting for a war, Between the beaches.
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Title The pacific coast, Letting highways meander, As I with our time.
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Fish Camp, Long Beach. Some swordfish tacos, Open air dining and drinka, Best done by the coast.
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Condominiums Stacked upon the stack, Concrete homes rise by the sand, Cliffside to bedside.
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Waste Plastic film sails by, Populating the ocean, Out competing fish.
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Stone to stone Los Angeles home, Paving to the horizon, Mountains without space.
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Highway 78 It's a little road, But it does go a long way. Over here to there.