
golden hills
perhaps you cannot
step in the same stream twice
you may step in
nonetheless on a warm day
among hills some bare but for golden grass
some live-oak studded
step in be a part of it time flowing
between your toes going
where time goes
on a warm california day as your thoughts
flow as is their wont with
less direction than the stream
golden hills live oaks a stream
a distant ocean memories and hopes
Poetry by one trick pony

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Written on 2016-08-31 at 08:59




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