Lori Boulard


California Dreaming - Poem by Lori Boulard

Locking eyes with the nomadic sun
I long to be native again.

Santa Ana winds blowing fire through the palms
bringing blue back to sky east of the ocean.

Flat out loitering until the lights come on
skateboarding home, ice cream in hand.

Four bands, one warehouse,
three dollars, general admission.

My childhood lies buried beneath the city of Progress
dormant, in a development seed.

No matter.

One million years from today,
settled in fragments of seasalt and dust,

pointing newborn fingers at the sun,
I will be there.


Comments about California Dreaming by Lori Boulard

  • (4/25/2006 10:26:00 AM)


    I miss my old California days... an innocence that you have captured. Reminiscing about the Santa Ana wind storms just yesterday: oh, the sight of the tumble weeds racing in the field across the street, in our front yard -! Back to the poem: Magic. Thank you! (Report) Reply

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  • (4/25/2006 8:30:00 AM)


    Graceful, wistful, and gently moving. (Report) Reply

  • (4/24/2006 9:51:00 AM)


    Great poem again i am speechless

    **KoNi**
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  • (4/17/2006 10:47:00 AM)


    Lori, I enjoyed this reflective write - some lovely imagery too. Kind regards, Justine (Report) Reply

  • (4/17/2006 8:56:00 AM)


    Nice read Lori, dave xxx (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 17, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, October 16, 2006


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