In bloom una mas
What is a flower to you?
does it bloom, does it weep?
for a friend who watches from the great beyond
flowers may have not been appropriate for that setting
I think she would have gotten a kick out of that
many admirers now stuck with an unused vase
pass it on to another and hope it brings forth joy
This heat, gellato for breakfast
computerized machine picks my soda of choice
In Italia the writing is on the wall, Qui ignore encore tout du doux jeu de l'amour. (Who does not yet know the sweet game of love)
Labor day looming, time to set it off
a new soundtrack to embrace the weekend
take me back to the boot with you
on a Vespa, big sunglasses, big updo, death grip of safety
But if I'm going to die I'll die here in Italy
our holiday
In bloom una mas
three simultaneous hurricanes encompassing
hinge with a twist, sparkling water in case
oleander and honeysuckle
Hercules above and Mercury in the west
Cocoa Beach surfer, serious cutback
was he my generations idol or was it Irons?
But, I still knew who you were
(Cosmos) 1315 falls out of orbit
all along the shores of Waikīkī
