Purple Orchid

Morning light
dropping in
right on time

the air alive

& somewhere among the
rustling of shadows & leaves

s t r a n g e   a n g e l s

(they could be nymphs
I can only see them out the corner
of my eye
dancing what seems to be
an ethereal wah-watusi

they scatter in the breeze

turn left at Bay Street
& head straight for the beach

like that chick in The Odyssey
Calypso
tiptoeing down thru the eucalyptus
alleyway into the neon eyes

of the sea