California poetry


Dear Clinton, Michigan

 

You told me often,
love wasn’t enough,
the heart become too hidden with time and age.
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California isn’t enough
I called my beautiful Jenny and I told her.
California coastline is so beautiful,
the Monterey sea will steal your heart and mind.
I sat near the dancing waves with clear sky, filled with the stars.
I whispered to the sea, sweet Jenny.
Come to Monterey and be my love.
Make California our last stand to know love.
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Last stand
Last kiss, last wish.
First face remembered, last face wishing to be caressed and kissed.
You were my love and you were my hell.
Today I would stand the pain and misery of losing you.
If I could see your face and hold you near.

 

John Castellenas/Coyote