peaking through the trees
the ocean is grayed by the
humid, humid air between

my eyes and its water


blurs of black and green
foilage smeared like paint
accross these glass panes

glimpses of treasure within


deeper still we ride, rounding

corners and up over before
down and back and up again

hours will pass in these seats


it rains and stops and rains
but even when it’s not, it is
wet enough, it might as well

be raining all the time here


it is the “green” rainy season
after all – I wonder if the dry
season is really all that dry or
just less wet? Ponder wetness
ponder water, ponder the gray
waves and skies and clouds
ponder the green trees and

their hidden misty canopies


ponder pondering ponder –
Sa Ta Na Ma, Sa Ta Na Ma
sing to the trees and the

rain, say thank you to All

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