Overcast, Fog, Quiet

these hollywood hills.
a reprieve set in a sprawling empire,
named for angels and a metropolis of dreams.

A Fox,
A Coyote,
A Red Tailed Hawk,
A Reptile,

continue their journey.
as if immune to that of being witnessed by two legged ones,
as if Immune to the expansion, of footsteps, and wheels, and machines, and wires.

roof tops and asphalt scours the footprint of what once was once their singular domain.

never minding,
like a grain of sand nurturing perseverance, patience and simplicity.

their dream too,
alive within the overcast,
the fog,
the unimaginable quiet.

 

wcj © 12.02.2014

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