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Swaying beneath breeze swept palms,
swaddled in my hammock, steeped
in the scent of citrus
and Jasmine, I listen
to birdsong
and water
trickling
over terraced rocks set into the hillside
as dawn spills over the mountain,
and into the avocado groves
and valley below.
Shadows
evaporate
as light shards spear from the peaks
and morning fans out in an array
of periwinkle, peach, lavender
and rose.
As good as life gets, living without you
is like drinking Peet’s
without Bailey’s.
Swaying beneath breeze swept palms,
swaddled in my hammock, steeped
in the scent of citrus
and Jasmine, I listen
to birdsong
and water
trickling
over terraced rocks set into the hillside
as dawn spills over the mountain,
and into the avocado groves
and valley below.
Shadows
evaporate
as light shards spear from the peaks
and morning fans out in an array
of periwinkle, peach, lavender
and rose.
As good as life gets, living without you
is like drinking Peet’s
without Bailey’s.