Bethany Church, Noe Valley, San Francisco
Welcome!
If I were an olive tree, for every olive that I sprout there will be a poem to share.
Lorene Zarou-Zouzounis
I hope some of my word creations find you.
Hummingbird Stop
When a hummingbird stops I freeze
It happened, it happened one fine day
The speedy invisible wings
On the miniature engine
Stopped for a long spell
Casting one on me
Which is rare in our expedited society
That seems so much like hummingbird
Luckily I gazed overhead at the
Reading as Frida Khalo at San Francisco Exploratorium for Marigold Project- Poet’s Murmuration and Dia de los Muertos event 2023
Electric wire 40 or 50 feet into the blue
To behold the head bobbing birdie
Resting its wings invisible in flight
And the bold colors he seldom reveals--
The throated greens or blues as girl or boy
Little friend perches for me to see
In a meditative respite now like me
Or I like him after my discovery
This day while glancing overhead
When I am typically eye level with
My red roses that smell like bliss
If only I could have this one ferry-like
Fantasy, fast flapping flying machine
To be my personal trainer.