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Road to Stinson Beach

August 18, 2020

Glistening green hills
Frosted with sunshine
Pompous grasses showing off.
I’m dancing a waltz going down the road.
The tires humming a lullaby
Sitting strapped under seatbelt
My soul jumping up and down with joy.
The distant hills seem further away
than ever before.
I’m yodeling in a primitive way
interrupted with “oh gees”
on top of “oh gosh”
Sunshine dancing on surfaces
Like diamonds
Scattered lavishly on the surface
of the water.

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