Magical days
in a bright dawn life
West coast sunsets;
hill-whispered nights
Honeysuckle, Dianthus
Green jades and pools
neon sunglasses
on our Coppertone jewel
Surf sounds and life guards
sandy carpet clues
convertibles and flip flops
The suns against the blues
Jasmine flowers, cactus
Hidden oranges and scented pines
citrus and sticky
in life and love sublime
Bleached beach paths
A twisty wistful tour
of sweet California dreams
and young life's couture
Jumbo jet junkets
sisterly visits
for looking and finding
the future implicit
Babies and diapers
sunscreen and strollers
ice cream whites
and turquoise wave rollers
Our California girl
Like we all wish they could be
She's still Californian
and a deep love to me
And in California dream time
life's sweetness persists
in the shadows of dreams
is where it exists
Sunday, September 30, 2012
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