California

Golden Hills

Along the highway

Quiet yearning

Marigold

Muted memory

Dancing pictures

California, I’ve returned

Little sister

In the shallows

Laughing down the

Hallways of my mind

I hear the screen door

Slam behind her

California, treat her kind

All these faces

Names escape me

I can’t place it

But I’ve known you before

Time makes for

Shaky recognition

California, California, I am home

Winding River

Headlights blinding

In the blackness

Before dawn

I summon angels

On thе backroads

California, I am gone