Ah such a beautiful February day
seeing as it's about 89° farenheight
such a perfunctory number on an out of date scale
where water boils at 32° and freezes at 210° or perhaps vice versa
The breeze is slight and smells of the exsaust rising up from Artesia Ave.
like this mid-city breathing
You'd seldom know it's winter
save all the trees have dropped their leaves
like some Victorian woman pining for attention
for the thousands of people who will drive past
not noticing the last few various sputnik hanging
from her dry dusty brown of a collar
or a nipple
You never can tell with a perennial in the tropics
and the bright squinting sky stares down
so much smaller on our vast pavement
the tumorious cancer of us that spreads from Altadena to Mission Viejo
San Pedro to Riverside
all awash in February at about 86° now
While they waste time making sure my toxin-spilling automobile
is spilling as little or as much as is legally nessicary
so the DMV across the street can be happy
So much rebar, stucco, asphalt and glass
bespeckled by blank un-blooming Jacaranda trees
and lawns that are as green as they've been in years