Poem: Escape

cold wind blows from the north
sending me shivering
running south
to winter rose bounty
and palm-tree lined streets
and warm ocean water
pounding sandy beach

there are snakes in these hills;
that much is sure.
but could they ever possibly be
worse than before?

run south
run south
all the way down the Baja
as far as it takes me
to forget the cold