Cars like
Shooting stars
Along the coast at night
Tiny diamonds
Following each other
Like space ships.
From afar it is Lilliputian
Up close
Ugly
But from here
Up high
On the bluff
Traffic looks
Like a pirate’s treasure.
Emeralds, rubies, pearls
And gold
The shadow of the mountains
Rests peacefully
Blanketed in untouched bounty.
By morning it will be gone –
Like
Brigadoon.