California
We see art deco sunsets and
paisley palm trees
on a citizen ship
in cheddar seas.
Up goes the sun -
an impressionist's blot, while
nor'easters push pigments
through pastel parking lots.
In a sense, we are blind in
this rush hour mosaic
in a photovoltaic landscape
on a Californian wave.
In another sense we're naked
as the greenly palms flit
as the sun waves goodbye
to our citizen ship.
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