Approaching Los Angeles on a rainy day
[To Federico Fellini]
Lost streetlights line electric heels, red and white,
Gritting glamour in the glittering night,
While wild palms overlook fuchsia designs,
Flowing with teal in oceanic lines,
And, here and there, solitary neon beams
Make splashes of watercolor, mixing dreams
And memories in the ocean air
With the desire of an unreal city’s care.
Then you were there in the swirling, spraying, surf,
Where ancient elements meet fervent rebirth,
And in the glittering flow of the natural night,
You seemed to shine with a brightening light,
Entering April in the morning hour,
Stirring new roots amid bitter showers.