The open blue sky hides behind canyon walls
I look for glimpses of the sun and the sea, but they are also hard to find.
Instead winds tempest through the canyon walls like clothing being torn from a corpse.
I wander the narrow sidewalks as cars move slowly by.
I look at the trees, leafless without sunlight and air ‚Äî looking old in their age
Nature corrupted by greed
Instead, I‚Äôm lost in an ocean of development
The sun caresses then quickly disappears
Traffic comes instead.
I look for the city manager but he has also moved on
The day ends as a curtain of sunlight falls that both hides and reveals.
Feeling defeated, I stretch my legs and turn toward home ‚Äî feeling lost as my city is lost
As I wander home ‚Äî how funny I can‚Äôt find it ‚Äî like Santa Monica it has also moved on