Sitting on the bay shore, the Golden Gate in view, enjoy an afternoon delight with bottle of bordeaux.
In nearby pool of ebb tide where sea foam kisses shore I hear a mermaid singing summer song of salty lore.
Her name is Desdemona, the wind rush plays her hair; then sudden as quicksilver, siren’s no longer there.
A swish of tail, a splash of scale, she dives back under brine… But when I tell my friends of Des, they say, “Lay off the wine!”
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Linking to dVerse, where Merril challenges us to use at least 5 names of roses in our poem. I used the following names of rose varieties:Afternoon Delight , Bordeaux , Desdemona , Ebb Tide , Golden Gate, Mermaid , Quicksilver , Sea Foam , Summer Song, Windrush
Take me back to Broadway at night! Let’s experience the electric excitement in street lights’ shine, neon signs blinking, billboards’ glare, and stream of traffic headlights or taillights in opposite lanes. Life in Denver drives on pulsating grid.
White delivery trucks, yellow taxis, blue mustangs and red VW bugs follow the streets, avenues, and boulevards of my childhood and adolescence. Dibs on the back seat of school bus! An urgent siren sends all traffic curbside to let a flashing emergency vehicle past.
Be ready with horn or brakes and quick maneuvers. Circle carefully around bustling parking lots. Wait your turn at busy car wash or fast food drive-up window. Go slow through used car lot…lit by aliens? No, it’s a police helicopter checking back alleys.
girl’s eyes reflect lights
cruise city on summer night
buzzy as beehive
Kim hosts haibuns and invites us to “meet Piet” on “Broadway” at dVerse Poets pub.
a poem in my pocket 
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