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Sunday, March 3, 2019

'From here you can see the snowy mountains'

From here you can see the snowy mountains,
Like words written on the blue walls of the sky.

That's your east,
And your west?

The blue fades to a vague gray in the direction
Of the dark wilds of the Pacific.

This is California's vegetable garden,
The Central Valley, long and wide.

I inhabit this place. Like a bat in a cave.
Like an owl in an elm. This place is my own.

I fill this land like a ghost fills a haunted house,
Like coffee fills a cup.

Starting out from here
Any direction is the right direction,

And turning about from any direction
Takes me back home.

James

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