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Los Angeles, time unknown

City across the water, night by violet aurora
Los Angeles, we're further south than I thought (than we should be)
I take a strewn-bark trail to get a better view
Hand me the camera, Polaroids in quick succession (when is this?)
It's not quite capturing it, never the depth of field we need

Daybreak (remembering, there's no bay in LA)
Scores of Chinese workers emerge from pores in pagodas
Hauling, cleaning, young mean men, old pig-tailed women, children too small to see clearly
Faces are rusty, resolutely worn
I can zoom in but can't get there from here

Night again, back on the trail
A man appears from the palm brush behind
Could pass for a 1930s Okie hobo; faded salmon shirt, crushed felt hat
Something in his beard
He just wants to feel the lights and see the palms

Gunshots, on my side of the water
Okie flees, I hear whispers, overlapping
This is good stuff, though unnerving
I should be writing this down
Ushered from the scene, to somewhere I didn't expect to be

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Date: 2/6/2017 7:30:00 PM
Great work. Solomon Ochwo-Oburu
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Date: 2/5/2017 3:11:00 PM
Congrats Andrew for making the Soup's Homepage, and for giving me a glimps of your side of LA. Hugs, Rainbow.
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Date: 6/14/2016 6:32:00 AM
Hi Andrew. Congrats for having your brilliant piece featured in the Poetry Soup homepage!! ;-)
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