West Coast Vibe
The grey is grounding, After all, it is December. Standing here In workout clothes On the beach in Santa Monica And not freezing.
I look out over the Pacific Amid the beach’s paraphernalia Restrained from exuberance By the light drizzle. I watch the Ferris wheel, Bright and gaudy Unmistakably childish With a west-coast Commitment to A non-serious vibe.
I think a little of An English grey A little harder than this: Slick, hard pavements Wet and cold after the rain, And I smile.