Mulholland

Georgeanna

The beryl-line hummingbirds are back from California

You've been frozen here in Dakota

I'm thinking the sun could warm you

And I've been talked to

And I've been talking too

You stopped coughing

You lay in my lap while the headlights lit the almond trees

Of some state park, you lay there so still

I was afraid I might have lost you

And I've been talking to you

I wish you'd talk too

Mulholland

Each little light's a soul outside of Bakersfield

You shut your saltwater eyes

While the radio played soft and clear

And I was talking to you

I was talking to you