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On Ocean Street, Carlsbad, California
by
Kirby Wright
A priest picks and shovels
Dirt at Saint Michael’s,
Digging in the courtyard.
Next door at Carlsbad Shores,
A blue woman is young again
Standing at her window.
Beyond the resthome,
A waiter silverwares tables
For the lunch crowd
At Fresco’s Ristorante.
We are all responsible
For something, some calling
To soften the hours
After the morning news.
The priest shovels
Balls of earth
Wired with dandelions.
Pink and yellow roses
Wait to be transplanted.
How much of us
Has been uprooted, excavated,
Replaced by charming
Blooms? The blue woman
Remains at her window.
She is watching
The clouds build mountains
Over the sea.
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