Each week, Trista smokes a strain that moves her to write a poem. Here is a poem all about California Orange.
California Orange By Trista
Sometimes I want to go
to California
where the sunsets are
orange.
But, when I cannot,
I smoke this one strain
of pot.
When I do, I’m on the beach.
Watching the surf.
Catching some z’s.
If this is where you want
to go,
then take a puff and
feel the flow.
