October in Los Angeles

These mornings
When I can
Step up Preuss Road
Before 9 AM alone
and see the Hollywood Hills
Crest, encrust white houses
and actually green,
Smelling fresh cut grass blow across the still sidewalk

Makes it hard to imagine myself having been
Anywhere else.

The awful apparition of the Staples Center
Casts a column of purple into the saturated night.

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