Making love in the afternoon sun by a creek
Smelling roses in the dark, walking a quiet dark road together
Hiking over the eucalyptus hill to rip off our clothes and ease into the hot tub, the sea raging below us
Listening to the drum circle at the beach bonfire
Shaking the glistening water in a mason jar under the full moon

Eating a caramel donut, riding a bicycle around the ocean highway, crying
Lying on top of my garage, staring at the sky full of stars, crying
Watching a bubbling caldron of chili on the mountaintop, the dark waves far below, crying
Living in a lean-to by the ocean on El Sur ranch, homeless, crying
Packing up my ‘53 bright blue Chevy truck, heading to San Francisco alone, crying