Out on the high

Way hitching

To nirvana

Ginger and curry

Pasted on my open


I wake up

In San Diego

The desert rolls up

To the street curb

In a gold limo

You step out like a star

Meanwhile the parakeets

are parked in the palm trees

In front of Von’s

They wave

A gold-blue salute

Then disappear

Into the flat blank

California sky

PS I am here on the left

Coast and you back east

Up to the hilt

In snow

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