ALONG THE DUNES

Shuffling a pack of cards

for solitaire

under the rolling sea shore

flowing near wild flowers

and olive trees

at morning's high tide

the sun on our backs

and thunder away on the hills

childhood memories

return to me as a Beat

wrapped in June sand

along tall grass dunes

the hours sinking in words

shadowing my veins

from an inkwell of verses

as unruly waves overpower

washing the Indian blanket

near groves at my feet

the red winged bird sings

and drinks 

by those taking to the waters

planting me by tendrils

that curl about a girl's hair

as was the actor Delores

who sang in the chorus,

as my past leans on life
corner me as the waves

thinking of so many things
that a poet saves
in his memory
my early plays in laughter

and stand up comedy

written in a fury of youth

in curious histories
of my friends in the rafters

and rival enemy critics

trying to be fair

kindled by the summer breeze

when the day wakes here

on the open air  original theater

aware of tragedy

after the troubling war

scouring along the boulevards

with my urban acting troupes
composing and performing
in a new time
of break dancing in mime
and in the now suburban outback

reciting the protruding phrases

of the troubador author Villon

with the fervor of Baudelaire.