(The 5 & 405 freeway merge south of Los Angeles) <br /> <br /> <br />As Oz disappears from your rearview <br />beyond the giant asphalt merge <br /> <br />comic book chaos and cold cash relents <br />and the real California dream <br /> <br />awakens. <br /> <br />The sky rediscovers its blue, unclenching fists of <br />clouds melting into the sun. <br /> <br />South of the 405 California remembers its roots <br />and everything tastes better with salsa. <br /> <br />You can lose all track of time <br />and never be late for anything. <br /> <br />Freeways fly and bend, losing all perspective <br />bridging entire mountains of dust. <br /> <br />Sunsets hang somehow longer <br />suspended over the Pacific <br /> <br />day seducing night <br />sinking slowly, sizzling and wet. <br /> <br />Somewhere between Laguna and Mexico <br />with the windows down and the West streaming in <br /> <br />destination becomes irrelevant <br />for I am home.<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/somewhere-south-of-the-y/
