In California,
foreigners still search for gold,
old and young,
they end up on the beach.
On the coast,
seaweed lines make parking slots,
and a sign warns the locals
of a shark sighting.
Hunters with sharpened teeth
head west after the golden sun,
adding to the traffic lane by lane.
In this country everybody has a name.
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