BUT WHEN THE WINDS BLOWS TO CALIFORNIA
I am quickly aware
of every breeze
tho’ only strong enough to brush
a tendril of hair.
Turning to sense the direction
For the cold north wind
Nor the hot wind of the south.
the uncaring wind to the east.
But, oh, when the winds blow
I stop and whisper
the words that could have kept you here
and pray they’ll find their way
Nov 22, 1975
(Originally titled “California Winds”)