I see the shining ripples
Gleaming, shimmering
Through my vertical blinds
A secret paradise
We never knew
Until now
The water is cold
But swimmers dip an occasional foot or hand
Into the gray blue bay
A heron sits
Waiting for a fish
While I walk by, my eyes stunned by the sights
And sounds of alameda
Warmth replaces frigid winter, so distant
Yet so close to my whole thought
Do I have a regret to have left hearth and home so far across
Only sometimes and not today
FM AUSTIN
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