i get like this....
the warm air
a familiar embrace
as i step off the plane,
tall palm trees of welcome
slowly going by in intervals
along the sides of the freeway
sandy beaches and blue skies
of summer in california.
i talk to my mother,
who is cooking
and wants to get off the phone,
i can tell,
but i draw out the conversation,
trying to picture her
in the new kitchen
of the new house,
cradling her in my palm,
lingering over words.
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