The mountains on all sides
and the sky forever.
They make me feel
small,
less clumsy.
The mass of people
and metal
help me disappear,
but I'm not invisible.
I stand out.
That big, bold sign
that beckons others
guides me to where I sleep,
but it's not home.
Those domed lights on the hill
are a comfort,
a place away from
this.
When I need reminders
of the good,
I look up.
LA, CA (12/2013)
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