Thinking about the midair Californian breeze, somewhere in the inherited parks to overlook, western birds chirp echoing harmony from the eastern skies, say hello to nature, welcome back of the newest culture, someday, I rather walk bare naked upbeat feet able to smooth the cut through the grassiest field, totally clean, burnup beach sands right thoroughly, the sunlight flea upon the south end of the pillowed cloudy spots, the wavy waves attached sound effectively removable issue, someday, I was truly there, check some tallest coconut trees were upright levels high and sigh in motion gleam, what a marvelous dream wannabee vacation, nearby a couple of weeks and weeks of fun, someday, I wonder to write one poem about Hollywood city of stars
Written by
Michael James Brindley
4-25-21
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