The Topanga Canyon sky
is made of gold.
Eucalyptus leaves rustle
in the Santa Ana wind.
'Keep your fears distant
from all hearts, ' the sun counsels.
'Especially your own.'
I shed multiple skins,
and kiss the hand of History.
Her laughter sounds like
gently falling love.
David Kowalczyk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-only-happens-in-the-movies/
