The bluebells stretch from play-dough colored rock
Along this foggy coast cozy like a sweater
Thrifted from prior generations of Shaggy dog style
Imaginations of arrival,
In a place like this.
Switched myths of coastal flora
Views of the past
Colors radiate from seeds
to sky through different air.
I’m southbound searching through the road
Passing by the vistas no tourist misses
Braided palms around the wheel
Keep my attention
A memory flat like a photograph.