Storm winds unsettle
an avenue of mature trees.
Across the asphalt, a palm
waves its fronds in clumsy
synchrony like an enormous
mutant anemone.

Beneath a fusillade of rain,
a lone dove dives for cover,
finds no inn, no stable, no
manger. The palm spreads
wide its tentacles. I whisper:
Go for the evergreens.  

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Fred Longworth's poetry has recently appeared on-line at The Melic Review, miller's pond, Poetic Voices, poetryfish & worm; and in hardcopy in California Quarterly, Pearl and Spillway. A San Diego resident, he makes his living restoring vintage audio components.
E-mail: stereo1 at cox dot net  

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