Not a War in Los Angeles
It looked the end of the world
The entire sky was black
And it was three in the afternoon
I looked to the south and all
Was pitch like an apocalypse
People were standing outside
Pointing from their lawns
At the demonic darkness
Which portended disaster
I kept on driving to the west
And I could see brightness
Whatever it was, was confined
I raced home to get the news
I got an alert on my cellphone
Building fire in Boyle Heights
Sensitive populations should stay
Indoors and monitor air quality
I opened my doors and windows
To let in the miraculous afternoon
Breeze blowing through Alhambra
And the fear of not being here
Subsided to my usual surfing
The internet for updates on the
Famous and Facebook friends
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