Visi-blink poem from sometime in the past

 

In the eternal

there will be a bird of paradise.  On my yearly sojourn to Berkeley, to this trio of buildings which life has escaped.  Well almost.... I don't recall the bird-of-paradise blooming on last year's visit.  A kind of next time next year.  

I keep returning to this place.

Benicia, of course.  The water.  The contrast of a vibrant town and rust and decay.  Of course, there are landscape that I return to in dreams.  That's another blog.  

Please go ahead

 Name this.  I've been trying all morning.  

What the crow dreams of

Nothing else to say.

 

A city is a geometry lesson

Angle upon angle.  Explicit and implicit.

Heart

 at daybreak.  A mountain adds gravitas.