Paradise is Very Fragile

Paradise is very fragile

and it seems like it’s only getting worse

down here in Florida we are fighting toxic red tides.

Massive fish kills

Not to mention hurricanes and rising sea levels

Back in Los Angeles things aren’t looking much better

my tree house that had been standing for 60 years succumbed to

the Woolsey fires

who would’ve thought this year at 33 you would be taken out

from under me

after all those years

built from the ground up by hand by your very first owner.

Quiet World War I aviation pilot

I tried to save you

but the horses and german shepherds were more important

Paradise is very fragile and it seems that it’s only

getting worse

Our leader is a megalomaniac and we’ve seen that before

but never because it was what the country deserved.

My friends tell me to stop calling 911 on the culture

but it’s either that or I 5150 myself.

They don’t understand

I’m a dreamer

And I had big dreams for the country

Not for what it could do but for how it could feel

How it could think how it could dream.

I know I know -who am I to dream for you

it’s just that in my own mind I was born with a little bit of

paradise. I was lucky in that way

not like my husband- who was born and raised in hell.

I always had something gentle to give-

all of me in fact

it’s one of the beautiful things about me

it’s one of the beautiful things about nature

But lately I’ve been thinking that I wish someone had told me

when I was younger more about the inhabitants that thrive off

of paradise. That should they take too much there will be

nothing left to give.

Not everyone’s nature is good or golden

and you can’t fight what’s in your nature.

That’s all I kept thinking as we were fighting the fires

in Agoura

That I’m tired of fighting you.

Tired of you taking from me

Paradise is very fragile and it’s only getting worse

and every time you leave I seem to think about the curse

bestowed upon Eve

that faithful eve

she took that bite

from that fruitful tree

You breathe me in

kundalini

on this summer night

you in front of me

And you take and you take and you take and you take

but you taste like the beach in a kiss

candy for my watery eyes

in my veins that roll you run citrus

watercolor images of serpents on orange trees quietly arise

and grow sweet in my midst

And I keep thinking I could do this forever

just like this

but my heart is very fragile

and I have nothing left to give

Paradise is Very Fragile

Salamander