Drawings · Poems

Lake Street

Lake Street

Warm December night in my sweater,

Christmas tree weather glows in elegant windows

with picture frames, sherbet walls, and reason-less laughter.

Strolling through the empty neighborhood,

The thrill of savory smoke fills my nose,

colored with campfire ghosts and burnt marshmallows.

Takes me back to Redwood windy roads.

Lake Street, you know how it goes.

Winding to and fro across the grand mountain side,

across the vast hues of time,

Between the Christmas trees and Redwood Pines.

You know how it goes.

Between the vivid hues of my mind.

Sweet as a home,

wherever you go.

Lake Street, you know how it goes.

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