PHIPPS, Wanda

Morning Poem 43

I close my eyes

and there it is

a concrete walkway

leading out of a

small village

hugging the sides

of a green green

tree filled mountainside

and to the right

a pipe railing

paited the color

of oxidized metaland even firther

to my right

a small beach

costline-an ocean

all under a pale blue sky

all there when my eyelids

close and the shutters open