Palm Springs, California, March 1998
When we got off the plane from Seattle, it was 92 degrees. Though they only get one inch of rain per year in this desert, El Niño has provided so much rain this year, even long time residents are impressed with the desert's beauty. They've never witnessed such a rich abundance of desert flowers. I am going happily crazy with the desert "garden" of wild plants. We saw these 2000 year old palms in Indian Canyon. The birds are singing continually and where I am sitting, hummingbirds buzz up to my face to check me out. I picked my first citrus fruit and am gorging myself on the sweetness of tree ripened fruit. A lemon I picked was larger than this postcard!
© by Laura Snyder
Bangkok, Thailand, January 1998
At the copy center, three clerks handled my work. One fed in a
It's really getting to be a dog's breakfast to get something
It's now ten o'clock in the morning and 96 degrees. If you can
© by Jay Smith
Perhaps your readers can identify with my poem.
Better scamper with the hamper
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