Godiva-haired Cynthia and I

Were walking in

San Clemente Canyon,

Alongside Route 52 and

Apparently in the "Echosphere,"

And she stopped to point out

An aromatic plant

She thought might be anise

She suggested rubbing

The fronds in my hand ---

When I did I could smell

An odor like anisette

When I got home

I remembered that

A playful young woman in

The book that I had started

Before meeting Cynthia,

Lyon's Pride

(See Pig Tales (What Elsas Knew),

Had the unusual name Anis