MONDAY'S POET
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California

It's only six hours by plane
Riding above the clouds and the pain
Going from the Atlantic to the Pacific
Skipping over everything in the middle
All the unimportant filler in between
Only there for a few days on vacation
But it seems like when I came back
I left my true home behind

The strong pull on the compass of my soul
Is tugging me out west to where I want to go
Everything is fun, new and interesting
Not like the oldness of New England
But it still has a history of its own
California is calling me on the phone
Massachusetts is getting disowned
California is calling me back home

A huge state, a country in its own right
Only saw a tiny bit but it lit the light
The friendliness, the happiness of it
Was so infectious, like a bug that bit
Me and made me sick with desire
To return as soon as I can get there
I don't understand what's drawing me
Just something about it is moving me

Grew up my whole life here in Mass
Shoveling snow is a pain in the ass
Life in the Berkshires was too boring
And the traffic in Boston is annoying
Used to think earthquakes were frightening
But I think I could see myself adjusting
I can't stop thinking about the scenery
Everything about it has captivated me

The strong pull on the compass of my soul
Is tugging me out west to where I want to go
Everything is fun, new and interesting
Not like the oldness of New England
But it still has a history of its own
California is calling me on the phone
Massachusetts is getting disowned
California is calling me back home

                     - Eric Nixon

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