Poem - they carved out / this place that we fly in and out of

the water mirrored the sky
indirectly it influenced every mood

when i cross the bridge
i look for the stumps of the landing

it is long gone
but it is where orange county began

back bay
keeps telling me the story

of spanish pirates
and the schooners of lumber

missionaries
and farmers and banditos

the dying
cattle and zealots

they carved out
this place that we fly in and out of


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Back Bay
Just Before Summer
Orange County CA