Coastal ridge tops island blue
Sandy mountain pink and beige
Clarity can return
Like strands of cloud
From which to gaze.
The city horrors fall away
Along my mind the mirage
Pale and blue
Fades to grey
Like these hopes
On which I pray.
Swifts dart thru
The green grassland
Preserved and held aside
Above a brilliant egret soars
The city ghetto too
Has to glide
So far away.
As nature's breath
Relaxes my soul
The blackbirds work
To catch their meal
Upon the wind
And north forever
All I see
California's beauty gold.
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