excerpt from Those Who Return

My novel 'hero' fancies himself a poet, and so does his Cajun-Creole 'heroine',

here's one he wrote for her in Those Who Return: May to August 1977, the third book of Evolution's Children 1965-2035

Eucalyptus Leaves

Eucalyptus leaves quiver,
whisper over the cicada rhythms of the heat
to the unheard thrum of her Panama's brim,
shading her face with shimmer.
Kohl-drawn lines
frame her green eyes,
shape the intensity
with which she reads a book
held by an elegant hand.
The naked lines of her arms and legs,
folded in the chair, expose the fragile power
of her resting form, poised on a finished paragraph,
her eyes diverting to mid-distance, to thought,
following some theory to her own conclusions;
the delicate modesty of her bikini,
top and bottom, conceal just enough
for memory to find its fond way
into the sun-bathed nuances
of her blazing glory.

She came over to the chair where he was sitting, straddled his legs and took his face into her hands, sighed, moved hair out of his eyes, and asked, “How did you know that I'd come to my own conclusions about a theory in that book?”