It
.
snows
.
every
.
d
a
y
.
in
.
LA . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
you
.
may
.
b
e
.
entertained
.
b
y
.
her
.
smooth
.
champagnes,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
costume
.
party
.
masquerades . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
y
–
–
–
her
.
sweet
.
a
n
d
.
charming
.
arrays
.
o
f
.
dessert
.
trays . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
y
–
–
–
her
.
beautiful
.
smiles
.
s
o
.
nicely
.
arranged,
–
–
they
.
skip
.
a
n
d
.
dance
.
across
.
t
h
e
.
page . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
in
.
t
h
e
.
distance,
.
.
y
o
u
.
.
will
.
always
.
remain . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
you
.
w
i
l
l
.
always
.
feel,
.
.
a
.
.
little
.
strange . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
.
a
.
little
.
out
.
o
f
.
place . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
come
.
tomorrow,
.
.
a
n
y
.
.
tenderness
.
f
o
u
n
d
.
today,
.
.
m
a
y
.
.
vanish
.
without
.
a
.
trace . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Come
.
tomorrow,
.
.
a
l
l
.
.
memory
.
o
f
.
your
.
name . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ your
face . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
may
.
fade
.
i
n
t
o
.
the
.
alleyways . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
.
.
.
if
.
you
.
a
r
e
.
fortunate
.
enough
.
t
o
.
discover
.
s
o
m
e
.
distant,
.
welcoming
.
ray,
–
–
which
.
might
.
h
a
v
e
.
gone
.
astray . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
r
–
–
–
warming
.
words,
–
–
which
.
pass
.
y
o
u
r
.
way,
–
–
you
.
better
.
t
u
r
n
.
right
.
around,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
give
.
a
.
quick
.
embrace . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
before
.
t
h
e
.
summer
.
escapes . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ before
.
t
h
e
.
color
.
bleeds
.
t
o
.
gray . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
because
.
i
t
.
snows
.
e
v
e
r
y
.
day . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ it
snows
.
e
v
e
r
y
.
day
.
i
n
.
LA.
Reflection: This was a reflective-themed poem that I wrote back in September of 2003 in observation of one of my first visits to Los Angeles. It got warmer and better over time, however.