Sunday, February 12, 2012

MONTEREY LAST APRIL

In the pearly light of early day
After a night of drizzle and drip
I stepped out onto the path
Behind the hotel and strolled along
Between the waxy green hedges
Until I came to a place that
Smelled like coffee and breakfast.
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