but this is Los Angeles
in the year of our Lord 2015
even though most of us have never known
who is our Lord
some man?
some committee?
some small group of self-appointed
and no doubt wealthy lords?
but that was just a sidetrack
deranged by that “year of our Lord” business
and an unhealthy curiosity about rulers
none of whom are acclaimed
in this strange world without a snowy evening
so let us say it still was an evening
nearly cloudless
after a nearly cloudless day
and the temperature was about sixty
so Los Angelenos had broken out their parkas
except the homeless of course
who had to get by with old wool
or cotton
or just cardboard
wrapped about themselves in layers
it’s so hard to get romantic
once rulers and the homeless have intruded
possibly why we keep our worlds unthought about
talking about the weather and our kids’ hopes in school
and what the price of gasoline
will be tomorrow
so Romeo and Juliet go to separate parties
which prevents two suicides
and a nightful of talking
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