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Driving in your black Mustang, Stella,
Listening to Skynard’s Simple Man
On the way to Felton,
Absence of abstract words
And acrylic paint,
Walking into the river,
We see ourselves.
Not the reflection of the painter’s
Curve, color, and form;
Not the writer’s ideas
About her character’s
Inner life, but the real life
Of two close friends.
As I lean toward you,
Pulling up my earthy dress,
Your hands caress my thighs,
Rays through redwoods;
Sounds of Nor Cal
Birds, stream, and faint
Laughter in the distance.
And right when the sounds of
Nature disappear in heated silence,
We had to pack our things
Rush back to your slick,
Black car.
—Marnie Parker

Love in the rain

PITH.wet-leavesI jumped out
of the car to pee
where we pulled over on Highway 17
on our way to Santa Cruz.

I breathed in
the fresh wet ferns
and dripping redwood trees
that formed a winter canopy over the side of the road.

She came up behind
me and wrapped her arms
around me and grabbed me firmly
and commanded, “Let go! I want to do it.”

She waved me in wild wintry patterns
at the orange, brown and red
dampened leaf fall,
the litter of redwood limbs already wet from the rain.

—Stacey Warde