West Hollywood, CA
Yesterday, it was 80° in Los Angeles, warm, the sky bluer
than the christened boy’s swaddling clothes
untested, untufted, smooth.
Yesterday, I could have told you for certain
that somewhere something was being born
trying its legs, falling down, getting up
and trying again. Yesterday, was a miracle of minutes
which lead to hours which lead to even more good hours - drought-less
carrying the promise of years wielding a plentiful
power invincible even to my titan self.
Yesterday was an unceasing now, a rightful concord of will
and representation and my deepest desires. Yesterday
was my future and a certain, infinite, impending joy.
Yesterday offered me a gift of abundant riches
in endless installment.
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