Entering L.A.? For Real?

Before I came out here, I thought Los Angeles was some imagined place that could not possibly exist. Oh, yes. It does. Sweet people in an often desperate setting. Never did I think I would wind up settling here; Lisa in the next life must be laughing like all hell.

Still, these are the facts. I laugh, too.

For me, a town like this represents all I loathe—the worship of money in particular—but for all that there are good people here who I much respect. Can I live here? Well….there was a temblor the other night; there was a crack in the sky or so it seemed but nothing fell. Happily. Aside from that, we’ll see.

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About johnwylam1957

I'm a poet and teacher now living in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
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