Sunday, November 20, 2011

City of Angels


City of Angels


I bend with the sway of New Year's Eve
Seated by the heat
A summer in LA isn't easy
Migrant workers chase the Sunset Strip
The freeways
Stocked like grocery store isles with
High class SUVs
Lemon, orange and lime trees fall heavy
Fruit pushing forth like cataclysmic babies
Into the greasy palms of my hand
I worked this neighborhood out sweating
To find another with pointed steeples
Gothic arches overgrown with ivy
The succulent is a plant that replenishes
From within
A seed of life
The lore of an enabled tragedy
On top of which grows a dense bougainvillea
All is destroyed and reborn again
In the city of Angels









 

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