There are places competing to fulfill
Your dreams, rooms to house
Your fantasies, landscapes to offer
Their fruits – a courteous sidle
On a busy sidewalk, the overripe
Breeze of open sea, the piquancy of
Green mountain meadow peeking out
As clouds furl past, the golden
Hue of new places, glinting gold
Off stucco walls and water’s rippling
Surfaces, and treasures coveted and
Hidden, glowing, fecund within.