The Trickster
Kokopelli, I know what I know.
You are the mysterious humpbacked
flute-playing Casanova of the cliff
dwellers of the American Southwest.
Kokopelli, you are the carousing
peace-loving traveling salesman
seducing women in villages with
your many gifts of music, dancing,
and mischief.
Kokopelli, having seen you in
ancient Anasazi glyphs and rock art;
and having spent time inside the kiva
with you, I feel what I feel.
Love is not in the air!
Where do you think you’re going,
you promiscuous Casanova
trickster and seducer of maidens?
Kokopelli, I know where
I’m not going.
Tropical Paradise Sunset
Dancing palm trees swaying in tropical breezes,
gentle, jazzy ukelele island tunes lingering in the air,
Hawai’i beach is the place to catch a sunset.
Strolling on the beach by the tide pools,
watching the waves come rolling in to shore,
Daring local surfers catch the big ones.
Watching the sun slowly dipping below the horizon,
painting the sky in shades of purple, red and orange,
Ukelele players softly sing farewell song Aloha ‘Oe.
Lighting the Hawaiian Islands night sky,
silverymoon, brilliant dazzling stars, and
Kilauea volcano fiery red lava, blue flames.
