end of March
spring
the exit road
from 280 to Gaudelupe
turns left up in the air
and green San Jose hills greet you--
what a view!
their northern slopes in snow
the car rolls right into Santa Clara street
and a peek-a-boo narrow "window"
onto the same green San Jose hills again
early spring
snow on the slopes
before i close
myself in my office
i tell the world
these hills
are mountains
wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
1995/03/24-04/02
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