Locking eyes with the nomadic sun <br />I long to be native again. <br /> <br />Santa Ana winds blowing fire through the palms <br />bringing blue back to sky east of the ocean. <br /> <br />Flat out loitering until the lights come on <br />skateboarding home, ice cream in hand. <br /> <br />Four bands, one warehouse, <br />three dollars, general admission. <br /> <br />My childhood lies buried beneath the city of Progress <br />dormant, in a development seed. <br /> <br />No matter. <br /> <br />One million years from today, <br />settled in fragments of seasalt and dust, <br /> <br />pointing newborn fingers at the sun, <br />I will be there.<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/california-dreaming/
