The Coldest California
Blueberries bend
in the frozen eyes of
a bowl
Oranges rippen' the
chest compress inside
a bowl
lemons light up
he soothing sounds
of a tea filled pot
I am thinking of California
A place of rich
sacrament, /a place
glissend with Kerry wood
& gold
The night to brings
fourth pictures of cool
traffic/
sunsets just
above the nights air
I am remembering
my home &
so I must pay homage.
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