The temptation of being in the know

Warm and windy

The morning reminds

Replaces mind with the memory

Of santa anna winds

Could close your eyes and be in California


The dark before the dawn swirling with ghosts

Metal signs banging on the metal fence

As if to say, “we are here”

Breath is deep

As if to say relief is a state

Its own sign of completion

Still and at rest as the wind courses

Warm from the south