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I am thinking of

big sur mornings

in spring

we danced around

san francisco

calling home a

hostel

while the blankets

of snow piled onto

Chicago

back east.

we drained out of

san fran in a

rented notion

of a roadster

Those waves came

from Japan!

and ripped the coast

off

leaving sheer and jagged

sometimes sloping continent

you are more powerful there

we drove with the windows

down until it became too cool

and we stopped for

coffee and fruit in a shopping center

and went back to the

blackening highway 1

big sur at night is

as revealing to you

as she is in her

bright morning fogs

her rooms for rent

tucked into trees

off the road