California (a love poem)
I found myself free in you, you know
that long ago afternoon when the sun
shifted over Donner Pass
a sudden scent of pine masked the fumes
from the Greyhound bus I was riding
westward out of Evanston, Wyoming,
out of Laramie, Wyoming, out …
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