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Mar 2014
Gazing south at the myriad of cars,
            revving, coasting, braking
The perpetual loop of the 501,
the two-door garage on a 4-year lease,
built by the hands of blue collars....

     People about their day,
                 sullen, callous, laggard
     The parking enforcer who thinks he is the lion of the left lane,
     the little man from Hollywood,
     (the newspaper really said he had died!)....

          With this dismal landscape as its first worldview,
          spring life burst from kinder pods
          A stretch of petals unfurled a
          spectrum of sanguine embers in
          scarves of forest green that
          smiled and waved hello to the
          languid concrete world below....
and I read Jodorowsky is making a comeback!
Oh boy!
My itchy brain!
Written by
Julianna Eisner
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