Topanga

Halogen yellow bursts

of light, turn signals

burn bright, through

white lines of Topanga

Morning sunrise, her and I

up all night, we rise

like silhouetted tree

under the belly of LA sky,

gaze upon a sea of fog

clouds, shower faint

hallucinations of

spontaneous future

Travel

October. Topanga Beach

Topanga Canyon sunlight

Topanga Canyon sunlight

falls gently on my head

The moon hangs in the distance

her eyes blue sky in bed

A squirrel’s picking berries

the tree of life is fed

It’s summer in the valley

there’s no more to be said