You wake up

It seems like the first time

On a sandy dune at seadrift

Out the peninsula, near Bolinas

The afternoon sun baking

The cross country trip completed

Dune plants flowering

Her hair more auburn then ever

Body golden, eyes glowing green lights -

Signals of intent.

We recline in our familiar embrace

She leans her head just so

As to crush my imprudent lips with hers

Looking out over the giant waves

Wondering how long

Until they over-took us

Make us their latest victims -

To conform to the norm

Head for higher, safer ground

Go to the city

Be a lawyer, be a saint

And the futility & humor of it all....

Giving up paradise

To find yourself

Enter the fray

Sooner or later

See what society has in store for you

Exercise your will

Find your business.

Accept paradise

When it happens. -

When it doesn't,

Find it anyway.