Clarity. Joy. Now. The Pasadena dream. A. Poems.

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 Traditions. Old. Angel food cake and martinellis watching the parade.

Princess cake. Moms ugly couch.

My ugly couch. 

The apartment.

This house.

The air. The sky. Love baklava. Kiss.

Possibilities. New work. Clothes. 

Proper clothes. Real. Warm. Now.


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In the dream

The old dream 2006.

Move to Pasadena. You will know. You will live here.

I see the neighborhood behind lake avenue. 

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Bright winter yellow trees waking 

Looking up

Jewish penicillin 

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Honey nest

Silver to jab 

Lobsters come out of my face

A fork to eat them appears

Samsara

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Yellow can of bubbles.

Taste the air an idea of fruit

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