09/21/2020
Mudslides
made friends this side of
San Andreas.
Easterly winds prevailed
in the pursuit of
rotten things.
A relocation occurred
in the year of our lord.
Continental schisms
beneath rubber soles.
Dreams lay back over forests
and fault-lines.
All the while, San Francisco glides
but glacially
towards earth's end.
Los Angeles watches,
inching up in increments.
And in exchange for mudslides,
we've the heaviest bonds--
those that count.
Blood runs thicker than water,
water runs faster downhill
we’ve been reduced to petty bargains.
what a pity, what a shame.