DPF / Fernandes

For the city I haunted for about 14 years, from Poem-A-Day today on Poets.org. My sister and her family still live there and head back home today; they retreat to the sea each night. The rest of the poem may be found here:

from The Jungle / by Megan Fernandes

In midsummer, in Los Angeles,
the night is fractured

with mountains, grilling ink
into the blue thaw.

DPF / Revard

For weeds more green and baby rabbits, from Poetry Foundation.

from Another Sunday Morning / by Carter Revard, b. 1931

What I walked down to the highway for,
                                   through the summer dawn,
                                            was the Sunday funnies,
                     or so I thought—