California, could you meet me halfway?
bring your waters and palm trees
deserts, films, and roadside scenes
all I have is myself, but I have a request
for the size of my English life, the
amenities I so need, the books I have bought
the family I have made – these are all
I want to bring. The relative safety
of my tiny island country are all that
dear, large, dangerous California
are missing. So if you can meet me
halfway, I would see you in the summer
and every single day thereafter


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