outside in Davis the evening cools
after serious heat on the straight
highway after the Siskyous I could
live in Dunsmuir for the vibe if I
had another life or here for now
tiny tidy cottages beside bikeway
along arboretum park full of kids
and grownups jammed together
as if Central Park in the middle
of nowhere not everywhere is
somewhere in a way I can like
but these are and many more
does everyone keep imagining
new changes in another place
my father priced real estate I
like the vague might-have-been
anything is possible even now
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