Today I am posting another segment from my new poem, “Breakfast Chronicles”.
Breakfast at L’Auberge
(Sedona), recounts my observations while having breakfast in Sedona,
Arizona, in a beautiful setting along the Oak Creek.
The service and food were wonderful. And the flowing water sang to
us as we watched the dancers pass across the stage.
Breakfast at L’Auberge (Sedona)
Thick auburn hair
hung to her breasts,
Its untamed streaks
ran naked everywhere.
She leashed a few of
the wildings between her fingers,
To dampen their
animal spirits
And keep her own in
check.
Her jeans, boots and
open flannel shirt
Suggested that after
breakfast,
She would conquer the
desert’s back trails.
The front trails
seemed well-mastered.
Her friend was a
still life
In a corner of a
Renoir.
His day-old beard
lost among her tangles,
Framed to
insignificance,
By the girl with the
auburn hair.
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