Homage to Sonoma
by Jonah Raskin
I came to Sonoma
on a fall Friday and
felt I had never gone away,
the full moon looked the same
in the November sky, the colors
on the fallen leaves as bright as ever,
my friends from the past
remembered me lovingly and the
the night air felt familiar on my face,
yet nothing seemed exactly
the same in Sonoma and in
the Valley of the Moon
which will always be my
eternal home.
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