A view from my window

[gurdymonkey]

To the east, the hills
Glow golden in the sunset,
Roof tiles gleam like gems.
What lies beyond lambent slopes
In places where she is not?

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To the West, the sea
Sparkles in the summer sun,
Waves dancing brightly.
Whither our Jersey girl, our
Irish Jew of ill temper?

Okay, that's powerfully lame. But it's the thought what counts, innit?

[gurdymonkey.livejournal.com]

It's very hard to be Zen when one is choking on one's tea.