Montecito. Atascadero. Paso Robles.
Monterey. Santa Cruz. Your smile.
Places more magical than real,
more past than present,
traveled through.
They live in my memory.
I write them because I miss them.
And I was told naming something
gives you power over it,
fixes it in place.
Well, then:
money wealth recognition words
anonymity hands night sky
ocean breeze sage and iceplant
arches
Redondo
quick intake
you.
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