I recently returned home from southern California. I went down there to assist in my friend's wedding reception as a surprise to her. I had only been to California once before, in Anaheim, with my jazz choir and concert band (we played at Disney Land). I fell in love with California the first time I went, and this love was rekindled almost immediately when I returned for my second visit. Though I visited a much different-looking part of Cali, the love remained, and I remembered this poem scene-sketch I wrote on my first visit.
Palms and Graffiti
the paLm trees sway amongst graffitied
barriers Of california highways as
the buSinessman sits next to
the pAinted pierced girl of the streets.
the maN sips iced coffee whilst scanning the tourists’ excitement; the other slurps
the manGo jamba she bought at the shop cross the block.
the sweEt smells of citrus mingle with the stench of
the milLion exhaust pipes, peoples, palms;
the enErgy of diversity embodied throughout this city of
palmS and graffiti
I love palm trees. And California. I am very excited to go back (hopefully this next time, I'll actually get to a beach!).
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