Ciudad de Los Angeles

The wind unfettered 
in the cypress branch
the sea's great heart
in all of us

is meaningless
and noise like this
in honor of it

So why
stand on my
cracked hillside here
pledging a smear of sun
the last gassed palms
flying over Silver Lake

When I could 
go back in and
put the coffee on
get myself ready for work

William Timberman