Telegraph Rd.

My favorite road, the one I picture while writing

The stretch between Kimball and Hill

Lemon orchards and pine trees I assume row after row

West, the ocean will show its horizon if you are lucky

East, the hilltops that will snow every one of five winters

My favorite are the days after the rain

Clouds intersected by telephone wires

Making the rule of thirds for my next painting

Making my next thought into a poem



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