Mulholland
Jonathan Meiburg
Georgeanna
The beryl-line hummingbirds are back from California
You've been frozen here in Dakota
I'm thinking the sun could warm you
And I've been talked to
And I've been talking too
You stopped coughing
You lay in my lap while the headlights lit the almond trees
Of some state park, you lay there so still
I was afraid I might have lost you
And I've been talking to you
I wish you'd talk too
Mulholland
Each little light's a soul outside of Bakersfield
You shut your saltwater eyes
While the radio played soft and clear
And I was talking to you
I was talking to you
