Haven’t you been told?
California’s full of-

He left, and rode into the west

at an even pace,

carrying the sunlight and the kitchen table 

and the bed and the front porch with him, 

and passed out of memory 

into the mountains and beyond the plains,

where shadows are long

and nothing is named.

His horse joined the mustangs 

on the desert’s edge,

reaving dirt from the earth 

in front of every thunderstorm;

at the end he remembered 

burying his face into her hair;

under the light-years

it was enough to be real.