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City of Angels

written by: huntersjames

@huntersjames

 

We arrived in the North
With benefit of an X to mark our spot
Treasure Island it was surely not
Cyrillic letters turned our anticipation to mirth

It was Russians hosted us this weekend
Just a map was all our evidence
Their secrets they’d sell us like a parking pass
And so our adventure was in the wind

In this paradise of downtown LA
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
We sailed across the desert to Galilee
Mirrored monuments announce our passion play

Below us now we see a sparkling pool
Will there be white robes on judgment day
To hide our naked mistakes this holiday?
Pressured stains buried deep reveal our jewel.

Springtime without the birds
It must be magic makes the flowers
Beverly Hills’ Rodeo tames the towers
Clowns keep the change they shake down from the herds

Here Frank Lloyd Wright has a project
We had to see, just another dalliance
With salt sea air he charms his latest alliance
Unfinished now he’s dead, respecting perfect.

Left the walk of stars for the night sky
Who wants to see a concrete jewel
Splayed out for tourists drool
Death is in the air, get a selfie why?

Navigating ribbons back downtown
Figueroa greets us on the roof
It’s time, the shadows announce their proof
For the countdown to the mystery Crown

First, on high, the soft serve starts to melt
Anticipating sweets we below wait rapt
Like scouts for gemstones yet untapped
Mezzo soprano pierces each note felt

First a capella, then orchestral genius too
Until Neptune is summoned from the deep
Mesmerized by our prayer even he is forced to weep
Our gift forever and beyond we thank you

Into the night we scatter lost
Wandering up and down until she takes my hand
Then with faith, I walk upright across this land
Climbed the stairs to the South we crossed

This evening memory is now at end
Held softly close in every pore
Realizing when there is no more
Reduced to search dark skies, portend

This city of light becomes our city of angels
His soft Castilian tongue in robes washed white
Imploring all to find a love we have inside
Absorbed in passion’s blaze we feel the ancients

Then here the pastel perfect nuclear house
Three in pinks and blues between the two
She in blonde and he as polished as a shoe
They are we in this transaction we acquiesce

The oldest trades our gifts, her basket
Would it be enough to heal or tarnish?
The wine and wafers plus the chemist
Prepare the velvet soft to crush our casket

We hear his words, we know them true
He is imploring letting his heart have words
Hovering over all, like a hummingbird
Asks, “Do you feel God’s love in you?”

huntersjames

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