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In Silverlake this weekend we climbed the hills
And looked over the city bathed in rose gold and twinkle
So inviting
Not
The urban tangle
Where a tree’s stillness or shimmy forecasts the weather
sturdy black wires from here to where hold crows caws and
slope down then up through trees making it difficult to tightrope walk
Long honey fingers stretch in at 4:00 p.m.
the same time the man arrives looking for Kimberley
calling out above the soundtrack of Drake, the ice cream man and the every-so-often      ricketing of car over speed bump
This, all of this
laid out from the comfort of the duvet
Remains my favorite scene