Top Down
with Coltrane
7:00 P.M.
July
Top down
We join
the line of ants on the 101
Next
off-ramp, wend our way through torpid canyon
Road
blistering with the mirage of a Saharan myth
Hot wind
whipping us into an exhausted stupor
Crest the
Mulholland
A cool,
moist relief washes over
Into the
mist of thick, low clouds,
we break
through a sun-drenched door
to a turquoise
panorama that
stretches
from the west of sunset
to the east of sunrise beyond
Vastness
in its never ending blue
Its
forever presence
Right
turn onto PCH
Week-end
Nirvana
Tilt your
seat back, baby; we’re cruisin’
8:00 P.M.
May
Top down
Still
lookin’ for the calm
Inch our
way, bumper to bumper,
through
Saturday party night at the oasis
Cacophony
of light and sound stalling the escape to respite
East on
Palm Canyon Drive, a left turn
Silence pushes
a city into retreat
Ahead, a
long, blissful stretch of quiet
Desert
heat cooling into evening breeze
Eternal black
sky punctuated
by
long-forgotten stars
of an
infinite cosmos
Vastness in
its never ending black
Its
forever presence
Straight
ahead
Week-end
Nirvana
Tilt your
seat back, baby; we’re cruisin’
Cynthia L.
Cavanaugh 07/09
And now a word from Reggie.....
We had a BIG snow here last week, and boy do I love it. I played lots in the yard and ran all over the place. Why do we dogs love snow and hate rain? Course, when it starts to melt, Mom's not thrilled because I drag mud into the house. Even though she keeps towels on the floor, I manage to make paw marks on the rug in the kitchen...just to remind everyone of my presence in case they forget.
Just for the record, that's a piece of cat fur next to my signature.
Of course Desi, one of the geeks, makes his choice about how he wants to spend his snow time. How many hours a day do cats sleep? 23-1/2? Geeeezzzz......
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