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I left the valley
green and humid
where wind was but

a rare guest for
the coast to be blown
away by crosswinds

sunlight and waves running
around with my wet suit
catching waves long

trips to the unknown
marine depths now I find
myself in the desert away

from things experienced
before synced in with my
passion for the new

landscapes of the spirit

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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02

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