After Los Angeles let’s drive north,
go to some of the towns along the beach.
The beach. We don’t see the birds much
(the birds not the pigeons). The big news
of the week was Tuesday when we heard
some guitar player. Then to the office.
Then to the apartment. Then a romp.
It’s not like a television set you can
turn off or a book that you can shut.
Some thirteen years later, Mom’s
throwing up spaghetti. A day trip.
