just found this buried in my docs folder, from October 2004. don’t recall writing it, but it must be about California:

Spider webs stretch over green branches
supple limbed caressed by gray
At the hill’s feet splays the paddock
moist and willing
ready to be furrowed
by clumsy steps
from plodding hooves
It is morning
It is midday
It is dusk
And I will stare at your inviting skin
until I can see no more
struck dumb by its careless beauty
Then leave, somehow unsatisfied
And weeks from now
and for years to come
will remember with longing
and a vague sense of emptiness
the moments you were all I could see
but could never fully grasp.