FLAGRANT INCIDENTALS
When the March winds come to this
hillside, everything bends over twice:
I find myself living in a Big Sur of the
mind - where the land, displaced and
just torn from China, has drifted to this
California side. That was eons ago, when
the large whales could talk, and the
creatures of Seal Beach out in the
oceans knew their wiser ways. Now
holiness has complicated all of that as
we worship different things : the oils
and gums of everything else have
heavenly hosts of their own.
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