Were you there,
envisionining us
in the Pyrenees,
Martin, with his
steady, nimble
fingers, and Juan Pablo
with the mind to match
his machine, Matilde
and Joseph, the boldest
kind of pioneers.
Am I so at home now
because those hills
were yours in Andalusia
and now are mine here
in the bright, gold,
Californian twilight?
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