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Driving Up From Sunnyvale

• Black Traffic River runs between the hills
• Of golden, greying grass that's dried to death
• Round, abstract sculptures that were never filled
• An eerie emptiness that's no man's land

• The river turns. We pass green space stuffed full
• With fruit trees, wooden houses, labour's fruit
• Between the ocean and the desert's grill
• A verdant valley sliced by our stream's soot

• It runs through yellow grass, brown trees, grey rocks
• Cows sleep beneath the burning morning sun
• Behind a fence that keeps us from the flock
• Then finally the three hours' drive is done

• We went here on a pilgrimage to see
• The giant tree parked in Yosemite