Oh the bright bougainvillea!
The jasmine is still kind of blooming too.
Oh the clean, shiny cars!
And the traffic lights so wise.
Oh the supermarkets, the vitamin aisles, the organic produce arena!
Why are not these peaches individually wrapped?
Oh the footwear, the facial hair, the accessories for wrists and throats and ankles!
Forgive us for we are nakeder than ever.
Oh the handsome dogs and those who walk them!
Anaheim Anaheim Anaheim.
Oh the mountains!
The mountains don’t need a second verse so I’ll say Anaheim again.
Oh the public radio station!
The calming hum of garments rending.
Oh the official spokesman!
Lay garlands at his loafered feet for his is the truth and the word and the light.
Oh the sweet, cool sky at night!
The helicopters soothe, a bright eye floats above us, and those aren’t gunshots or grenades, they are firecrackers, they are enthusiasm, they are joy itself.
Oh the boiling sun!