LA

Cotton candy skies
crescent moon hangs boldly
noises blend together
a symphony of vehicles, voices, and vibrancy
Everything within reach
But also far away
Sparkles shroud the grit
Earthy concrete
Salty cement
The sound of coming and going
and coming
and going
and
coming
and
going
nightlife voices
and rooftop music
dance across the breeze
humidity
cloaks the skin
dewy tan limbs
pose for pics
and smile for the camera
everyone’s a star
nature and cityscape
mingle until they don’t
The taxi cab shuffle
never ends
lights dim
but never go out
Hope is alive
but barely.