ripe cherries

June solstice ―
e11even doves in the cherry tree

its branches swayed by heat
splintered light-

brea[d]th of wings, slender dreams
and ruddy-ripe cherries

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Happy full-moon Solstice!
Welcome Summer 2016!

Eastbound

upward and onward
goes the sun turning west

and so do I ― incessantly pulled
in the opposite direction
by the stone of the earth
and the depth of a restless heart

toward the sun's inchoation
the nacre of havoc
where a phoenix rises

To frame a flight

Dilemma: frame a flight, or

let it be, and break away, break a-Way

at sunrise.

Rising wings

On the grace of wings

extant dreams [re]turn, raise me a-

bove the orderly

At Earth's end

Towards the end (if not a vertical precipice)
Earth crumbles to sand, emerald sea-glass glitter
amidst white heart-shaped pebbles, seashells
a blue horizon strings, attempting to disappear
the Ocean breathes in violent gales of wind.
"It's not cold. It's windy," the Galicians joke.
And it is both! believe me. Glorious, breathtaking
as only the End of the World could be.
At Cabo Fisterra.

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Sunset bonanza