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.