Dear California, I Write to You from Grand Island, New York - Katherine Hastings

[Larry Robinson]

Dear California, I Write to You from Grand Island, New York

 

It is the light in the sky

that reminds me of you,

the summer blue flowing by.

But the clouds here remind me

more of Paris, the calmness of them

as though inside a painting.

The goldfinches on the feeders

no longer flee from me, the cardinals

tell me where I live.  California,

am I in denial?  Will I miss you 

when the white snow falls and falls

on the quiet island world?

If I returned to you, would I miss

the train whistle across the river,

the 10 p.m. fireworks from the Falls,

the Niagara that is San Francisco Bay

green one day, Monterey blue the next, 

a rush of ice in early spring that I follow

until it crashes, gorgeously, into the gorge

to bump along its sonorous path 

until it melts back to its source?



	- Katherine Hastings


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