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The Los Angeles of 1958
Was obliterated in 1959.
Every house, movie star, palm tree, and freeway
No more. Gone. Nada. Nihil. We say
There are photos, memories--I have mine.
Yet holy presence we cannot recreate.
From desire and dream we make our memories,
Images of images, the stage
Vacant, the quartet long gone, our rage,
Ever, for lies, distortions, uncertainties.
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