I dream of the northern coast
California fog and dogpatch grass
Passes glowing red and roan
Manzanita or madrone
I dream of the cliffy coast
I see jumping women floating down
Gowns that match the spray and foam
All the strings swell as the credits roll
Dream the ports of Washington
Dressed in pressed Victorian
Lit by the moon mirrored sound
Plum berry black sweet and round
Or coarse as hands of lumberjacks
Want you to sit on their laps
Eyes cold as aircraft carriers
Like you were a fighter jet
Dream the springs of Oregon
Rivers carving gorges in
Armor I wear traveling...
