aleta laughs
a poem by TPF

tall mountain dark eyes
soft curves in color
linen wrinkles on her hips
snow capped in the distant
clouds blue halo of early day

the birds call names
ribald whistles
beaks on high
everything low is green
lush jungle angel
Amazonetta brasiliensis
exotic on the pond at the
Eldorado Higienopolis Hotel

brown eyed hen
floats through busy streets
where I envy familiar
lovers under Corvacado mountain
slammed like a hazel nut
in to the ground
gods of another world
played here laughing
dancing strangers
i am in love
with shadows
aleta laughs.

TPF