As the Crow Flies

As the crow flies east, so do we.
Deciding when to say goodbye ain’t easy.

Since I was a boy, I dreamed of California.
Back when I was twenty couldn’t imagine it could come true.
Then I was twenty-five, arrived and never dreamed of leaving.
Since yesterday I knew we had to.

We came, we saw, we conquered our-
selves & all this golden state had to off-
er us, it was abundant. We’ll
be back again.
(You’ll see)

Loving hard for a time’s just fine.
So’s heading out when the time is right.
Import now, an export then.
Prodigal stranger in a once homeland.
Bringing that which can’t be left behind:
Sierra blood, Pacific mind.
Oakland heart, wild San Francisco nights.

We came, we saw, we conquered our-
selves & all this golden state had to off-
er us, it was abundant. We’ll
be back again.
(You’ll see)

On the wing.
Riding on thunder & wind
through the plains in dark of night.
East we go, as the crow flies.

(11/14-23/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)

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