Green tentacles of broad, posh, yet sagging divas -
Like jellyfish, pine branches stretch out in canopies.
The forest floor lights up in rhombi per His wish -
His modern art, yet some jog by oblivious.
Fall rays drop saucers full of sun on ocean waves -
While countless tennis shoes leave puzzles in the sand.
And seashell treasures pass from small to larger hands.
And like a Viking of raw brawn who lacks a map,
The wind steers aimless in the mountains; claiming land.
Torrey Pines
© Copyright: Athena, 2004
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