the loose trees are peeling
like ripe gleaming oranges
and tangerine thighs.
In Weed (California),
sunrise tomatoes
burst like pre-lovers
horizontal
alive.
In Weed (California),
you shine like
a motor home, brilliant
traveled
and gone
In Weed (California)
I'll sit in raw branches
retrace your hands
with a stone.
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