Riviera
Sun-kissed City,
named the American Riviera,
a princess wearing a cape of mediterranean climate,
a pacific pearl,
now
a hostage
to the mountain's plunder,
the backdrop of fire ravaged hills,
where the prayers of the locals
hold the debris flow intact
until
the next rain
could again
lead a death artillery of boulder
down into it's path.
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