Two old men together
In a small cafe downtown
Near the corner talked
About good old days.
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Vibrant rays of sun rain down,
Splash and cover all around -
Resplendent colors, yellow, green
Of crocuses and mown grass sheen.
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Standing by the water's edge, I think
Of her and cinch my collar close to void
The chilling breeze. She said...........
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This poem was written for an elderly lady, Haydee Cansada. She was born into position and wealth in Cuba, but had to leave when Castro came to power. She lived in a small apartment in our town to be near her brother, her closest remaining relative. I took Spanish lessons from her and the reference to an owl comes from a discussion we had about why the owl is a symbol of wisdom. She longed for the chance to see Cuba again but it never happened. I wrote this for her as a present while she was still alive.

Caribbean Blue
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The clock’s illuminated eye
Portrays in numerated scheme,
As notes, in song, pass on once heard,
A pulse inclined so not to dwell
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