for Kim, on greener coasts.

we faced west at Chiriaco Summit

and sat with grandfather dinosaurs, 

admiring their bones,

shouting truth toward the sea, 

bringing horizons nearer.

we shook dust from our prizefighter fists 

and saluted the sky,

like god damned Americans,

and watched the colored lights so far away –

we wondered aloud if that was L.A.

we renamed the world in honor of memory

and hoped with closed mouths for four more years, or five, or fifty.

-m 3/27/2013