dream-bike-reverie
Lover, an apartment
Loving the flavors of someone
Peach and green and tan
Are the pastels
Lost in the prints that you could not name/master
No color
Dust from your arms
This town is new to me and I see it
Feel it
Cold in the morning
I go out for a ride on my bicycle
Up and down the paseos
Into the neighborhoods
The houses sit like this | |
The days are rich
The sun sheer as cut glass
I could go back to my place and make a sandwich
Or I could call you
My best friend tells me
Santa Clarita
Newhall, Valencia
Like names in the mind
The whole valley is glittering with them