(first impressions of the evening view from Griffith's Observatory)
The view seizes my breath
As I glimpse this city's too vast soul.
The sky is a gauze, bathed by photons,
Washing out the distant raging stars,
With a net of rising light,
Cast by fifteen million souls.
The earthbound constellations glimmer through ozone.
They ignite and die in a clicking of switches.
The ground seethes and shimmers
And the Universe, upstaged, is devoid of stars.
Why am I not surprised?
After all,
This is L.A.
A thread of gently falling stars is strung across my eye.
A queue of Boeings,
Sparse along the border of quiescent heaven and boiling earth.
Each mote of light is three hundred lives.
Like me, they await their immersion in a sea of bright and seething light.
A stunning video of Nightfall over Los Angeles (By Colin Rich)
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