You sang California Dreaming on All-India Radio.
A pious dove in white.
Otherwise a regular love story from 1970,
men on two wheelers,
the occasional pipe,
counterculture lite.
Of all things, it was the moon you named me for.
We wish we could be remembered
for what we want to be remembered for.
For all your good works and your intentions,
what I kept all the while -
your Audrey Hepburn sunglasses,
your Saint Dolores smile.