Mountain Wines:  A GIRL GROWS UP ON MOUNT EDEN

an exhibition of poetry and photography by Ronald Philip Tanaka
Sunset i like to sleep with the windows open even in winter.

mom says the mountains are the most alive at night

when you can't really see them as the vines lie all

around you in the darkness feeling very warm and very

curious and then there's that totally incredible, totally

echoing silence - where all the world seems to be

asleep, at peace with itself - except for the frogs and

crickets and one or two screech owls. oh, and there's

usually some butt on a full-race ducati blasting up big

basin road. and yeah, i guess you can sometimes

hear a few coyotes yipping - but they're always way off

in the distance - way over there - in the deepest, in the

very saddest heart of the santa cruz.


 
       

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