Las casitas near the gray cannery,
nestled amid wild abrazos of climbing roses
and man-high red geraniums
are gone now.The freeway conceals it
...
Cherry plums suck a week's soak,
overnight they explode into the scenery of before
...
Once I wasn't always so plain.
I was strewn feathers on a cross
of dune, an expanse of ocean
...