I love celebrating birthdays. Especially mine. It all started in Santa Cruz -where I was born – and where I celebrated many a time. This year, I’m content, happy even, to be right here at home. The best. Sunshine and bright blue skies over springtime gardens. I was in Isla Mujeres one year with Kelley, Carmen, a hot pink golf cart and dinnner on an open plaza. Another March, friends at work with a potluck. A bottle or three of champagne on a patio. I wrote this poem in the summer of 2013. Happy Birthday to all of us! Enjoy!
Margret
Silent night
Coastal mountains
Nary a breeze
Then
One minute away
A thousand chirping crickets
Rolling faint roar
The jet airplane grabs my breath
Takes me back
Great mountains cradeling the deserts of Morocco
Dried fish on the edge of the Thai sea
The singularly pleasant taste of strawberries and cream
On a freshly baked Irish scone
In the Dingle Café with Margret
Sun down
Cloud cover
No stars tonight
Young men
Walking by
After evening campfire
Laughing and giggling
Like Girls
Happiness
Sleep
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