stevelinebaugh
Flowers climb high and herbs burst out of the seems of a city with obvious signs of wear. The green mornings, the breezes from the pacific, I love to walk along the ocean, to feel so small.
On horizons blue and clear, the gulls rise and fall like the tide. You and Dante, the long walk across town, food, wine and coffee-wonderful coffee. Wine begins early and flows peacefully through the evening and we laugh, we laugh like we can’t stop.
We learn about words, explore ideas surrounded by that special place that I can barely describe. A walk along the sea, you Dante at my side.
