I play with colors when I feel blue. I want to turn orange as a moonlit night, with stars, silver spangled white, in the blackness of night. I want to ride on glazed turquoise, purple ripples of the sea. I want vibrant green in a variegated garden shining brightly. I want pussy-willow soft gray to linger. I want ginger red lips, and pink tongues lokced deep, like dovetail construction of exceptional furniture, to take my breath away.

The Atlantic Ocean swells Poised to rise and dip to slap the shore, drift Stepping back again and again to the mercy of the moon Ruffling, speeding, taking in sand, cracking shells Forever forming white Sun stabbed ocean blindly shining bright Wide, deep Beauty to kill Standing on a cliff ears echo In the distance one lone sole lying on the beach Row on row of puckered rims lapping the shore Blazing sun, glistening burning on water Ocean, a fire gushing Seagulls sing far from

The librarian said. Show slides with your poetry. If they do not understand poetry They might enjoy the slides. The librarian said. Play music with your slides. If they are not interested in your slides They might enjoy the music. The librarian said. At the end of the reading We will serve cookies, milk, and coffee. Donated by Starbucks This usually draws a large crowd.