Land of Constant Summer


California is known for its big, red trees,
but the image of sunlight flickering through
the branches of our pepper trees’ brand new
leaves hanging heavy with their pinkish beads
has always seemed more like home to me.
So, while walking next to her, I again continue:

Yes, California is known for its big, red trees,
yet I promise you, love, that once you’ve seen
a sunset behind branches pushed up softly into
the air, barely stirring the peppercorn seeds, you
will understand why I don’t completely agree
with California being known for its big, red trees.

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