Mulholland

Georgeanna
The beryl-line hummingbirds are back from California
You've been frozen here in Dakota
I'm thinking the sun could warm you

And I've been talked to
And I've been talking too

You stopped coughing
You lay in my lap while the headlights lit the almond trees
Of some state park, you lay there so still
I was afraid I might have lost you

And I've been talking to you
I wish you'd talk too

Mulholland
Each little light's a soul outside of Bakersfield
You shut your saltwater eyes
While the radio played soft and clear

And I was talking to you
I was talking to you