For David P—B
The eye follows, the land
Slips upward, creases down, forms
The gentle buttocks of a young
Giant. In the nestle,
Old adobe bricks, washed of
Whiteness, paled to umber,
Await another century.
Star Jasmine and old vines
Lay claim upon the ghosted land,
Then quiet pools whisper
Private childhood secrets.
Flush on inner cottage walls
Antiquitous faces,
This implies that the house has a pool or is near a location of a river or ocean, but river being the probable pick since it is also in the mountains. Maya gives us another exaplme of personification with the fact that the pools “whisper”. 

California Prodigal