Out on the high
Way hitching
To nirvana
Ginger and curry
Pasted on my open
Palms
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
on the right coast
Up to the hilt
In snow
Say hello!