Expansive broke the morning,
bursting from obscurity.
February in Southern Califonia
presented itself never so succulent-
sweet in the griefless leaving-
or so calculated Cassius,
lately, Stately, licensed
in what once was "just a job",
now quickly converted
to more proud profession
in his much stimulated
and marauding mind.
Northerly pointed his career's compass,
unwavering toward Sonoma-
saying sionara to mechanized
sprinkler system lawns,
the unpleasant rash of
tract home complexes,
gravitating toward where pine
and oak grow green by rain
and the tenderly tended vines
gnarl themselves to plump
the wine grapes to maturity.
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