There, then

Towering, faltering trees of blackness
Flap the ragged edges of
An Hawaiian post-card setting

Night shifts summer’s leaves
Date palms rock in breeze
Crescent bay shimmers
By January’s moon
Parched dry skin
By summer’s northerly wind
Cars cruise under Springsteen’s spell
Racing in the streets

Kicked out of cafes, two
Beneath midnight’s shadow
Crash on sands
Race the ocean road
Cut curves with sweeps of speed.

Louise Maskell has been surrounded by other people's words for some 30 years. Occasionally she strings together a few of her own. Otherwise it's all about the music and tall skinny dogs. She misses The Continental.