He had a pack on his back
never needed any more than that
hiking boots, a fishing hat
legs made strong
by all the walking he had done
along the endless California coast
where east meets west and dotes
on sunshine singing in the wind
white sandy beaches nature trims
with palm trees and with pines
where within a grain of sand he finds
that everything - the sun, the sea
the sky so blue, the air that sings
and he
are truly one


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