it's another beautiful day in

sunny sunny

red-skied california

and the gravel's caked together in

last night's downpour of mud and there's the

scattered feathers of this morning's roadkill

little yelps of surprise and painless

shining lights, littering wilshire avenue

phones are starting to buzz and

look, there's that homeless man

he's throwing up on the side of the bus stop

again, maybe there's going to be a

good samaritan like that nice lady yesterday that will help him move his bags

but no,

the 720 just came and he's left alone, we all

have mornings like this

the bruin bear looks less bronzed today

maybe it's the hour hand or just too many

trojan beatings, but

it looks tired