Upscale Concrete Jungle

Living in an upscale concrete jungle
LA stretches out beneath my feet
Which long, ache for wide green pastures
Never satisfied
I distain the beach I longed for
In my mountain days
A beach at the end of my street
My heart’s desire
Seems more like a briny
Built-in swimming pool
Water too warm and tame
At night I dream of snowy summer beaches
In early morning light
Daytime it’s January
And I wear shorts
Not missing New York City’s dour winter
Getting just a hint of the smell of spring
Through the smog and scent of
Oh so many restaurants, bistros and fast food joints
Not an inkling of ocean in the air
Though it’s only 28 city blocks away
28 blocks of glitzy auto dealerships
which stretch from the edge of LA
to the Santa Monica Pier
Sun setting into the surf
Seems symbolic
And I’m ready for the dark days
Looming on the horizon
It rains
The waters rise
Hills slide into the sea
Jack boots march half a world away
Oil, earth’s black blood
Sucked up by a greedy giant infant’s maw
Gaea begins to crumble
The world rocks
Waves swell
And the weather changes
Desperate beauty and gaiety
Do not veil the burden concrete lays
Upon Gaea’s mantle