sun dance

i know i’m daft with ghosts and pre-iphone images
of santa fe in the snow with loved ones around
holidays lights cold stars heavy blankets
a smell that means
safe food love survival

i don’t have the same images or epiphanies
in california
by the sea
beautiful people
unending citrus fruit
movie stars a bit further up the beach
one beach
a continuous volleyball game on saturday afternoon
but you can’t remember the names
of any of the others
laughing jumping drinking jiggling
in the sun dance

01-15-24

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