Boryana At The Continent's Edge
By LIONEL ROLFE calclass@earthlink.net
http://www.pzaz.net/lionel/
On a cold foggy morning by the Golden Gate Bridge, Boryana, from Varna, a cold windy Black Sea porttown, stands with a sailor's friend.
She's contemplating a perilous journey to San Pedro, where it is warm and wonderful.
Even in Big Sur, the wind lashes her on her back.
Even south of Santa Barbara, there's still wind.
And the wind whips around her hair.
By Malibu, things are looking up.
Ah, the sun pushes away the cold and wind...
By the old San Pedro Lighthouse
The sun in San Pedro makes her feel regal.
Happier still at the San Pedro fishing wharf...
No wind, just sun, by the cliffs in Palos Verdes.
Down, down to the beach.
A veritable tropical paradise.
The woman from Varna takes stock.
And a sun goddess is born.