LA Song
The ground swells and falls,
rhythm sounded in stone and gravel slopes.
The wild swinging melody
slung across them on phone-lines and freeways.
Hissing and squalling—wires crossed, brakes slam
the chords rise—like the
gnarled, sharp-leaved Manzanita
in the smoky air and against the moon
tight and high.
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