Golden hills
Along the highway
Quiet yearning
Marigold
Muted memory
Dancing pictures
California, I've returned
Little sister
In the shallows
Laughing down the
Hallways of my mind
I hear the screen door
Slam behind her
California, treat her kind
All these faces
Names escape me
I can't place it
But I've known you before
Time makes for
Shaky recognition
California, California, I am home
Winding river
Headlights blinding
In the blackness
Before dawn
I summon angels
On the backroads
California, I am gone