Sirens and Rain

Certain things seem to have gone together forever, like
sirens and rain.
Together, a complete thought,
a reference point for
love and history and god in the city

On days like this, life is a painting,
my bedroom, museum

big tree flaps
green on brown
brown on green

umbrella blows, top first,
from a third-floor balcony
into the mud.

Everything is motion,
the artist signature
barely visible
fogged and streaked,
as time
paints watercolor songs
across the window


Los Angeles
3/20/11