The light glimmering from the trees—
the schoolgirls’ long socks look perfect as they talk together
Between temples and majestic trees,
she wanders alone in the soft evening.
A wedding procession, charmed by trees
& flowers; as they approached the temple
she remembered her wedding day. The trees
in New York seemed so miniature then—
Now moved to L.A., the palm trees
seem like friendly aliens.
The paper tree
of dreams and wishes
haunt her as the shadows of the trees
paint the Pacific Sugar moon.