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
