Looking through the window at the trees and the fog.

The flush of new grass that comes when these Pacific rains return.

Peaceful rains.

Feeding the thin strip of green

which clings to the western coast.

An eyebrow of green.

A parenthesis.

A lover spooned against a mountain range and the dry high desert which lies beyond.

 

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