Sol's Stray Poetry

Humankind as the tree  full of parrots me, me, me each bleets all at once this is where I am hear me hear me, hear another year and a day zoom away.

One wants to say so close to Paradise only so far away. We're two miles from the beautiful Pacific  beach coastline which is fine. You can't stroll the sand due to crazy crime. You can't touch the water  due to bacteria slime. One wants to say maybe better someday  so close to Paradise only so far away

Wisp of moon near a veiled horizon the early dark sky  still deep in slumber as I stand in the cool silence of the hour both palms to face  before night's mirror as bracing cold water dissolves the last trace of fluid dream while a chilled stray wind just before dawn  slips under my door routines line up by habit the day begins once more.