N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 0

DAVID COPE

Out the door

white dogwoods’

thousand eyes

float in the breeze:

the computations

are finally done,

days unravel in

that half-seen

country where

hillsides spread

with trillium &

solomon’s seal.

ah, moonlight.