Jesusita , your name has changed
Even though it’s written just the same
It used to be a perfect fit
Baby Jesus innocence
We climbed along your path to get to Inspiration Point
The route itself is mystery. Hills and shade, then wide blue sky
The sounds of our footsteps mix in the air with scents of sage and honey
All day long the Sun’s low path is just above the Channel
Bears and bobcats walk at night
in the very steps we follow
Inspiration Point. You can hear the city humming.
Decisions made here always gather promise from the view
A moment’s rest, then look around. Deep breaths before returning
Jesusita, once again you brought us something good
Then the fire. Burning hills. Fear, flame and doom
A tiny spark became a monster.
Jesusita in a bad, bad mood
Racing through our neighborhoods.
A red smoke devil,
with roars and winds and grasping, as though it had a goal
Melted roads and burnt out homes. A city run for shelter
Jesusita. Time is bringing back your old good name