Where I’ve Been – California


The air is palpably cold

but I’m warm.

I look to the sky

where the sun’s smile

is like a caress.


Towering palm trees,

she snaps a photo,

hidden in a run-down


where culture deluges in abundance

as are the fields.


Her voice washes over

the images of paradise around me.

Good times in the face

of the blossoming of

our adulthood.


The soft misty hills

pulse with a warming green.

The ground is dark

as are the faces

that work it in the sight

of these hills.


In the valley,

hope is in the oranges,

in the vineyards,

where the people bury their heart

and a seed

which grows into the lavish

houses on the West side.


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