Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Rik George writes

Sea and Grove

Sea voices cry in the wind. 

Hawks glide over the grove. 
Wild carrot flowers dance, 
white ladies on green hills. 
Surf blossoms white on the green sea. 
A motorcycle passes on the road. 
Its growl swallows the sea’s murmur. 
The hawks wheel into the sun and flee. 
Unheeding, the wild carrot flowers 
dance till the moon lights the pastures.

Motorcycle Racer -- Gaston Vanzet

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