California

Coyote desert, I miss you

Your soul for that cold

Cactus tumbleweed horizon.

I am that pioneer.

Moving towards the wild west,

that unknown,

uncertain place.

I am afraid, but with whip

and wagon of prized possessions

I keep going.

 


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