I had to write an ode to you.
I apologize.
I dragged my feet on your streets
never once looking down at the mess I was making.
I cursed your unpaved roads while driving on them.
Los Angeles,
don't let the earthquakes stop you
from building more than two-stories high.
Look at all of your skyscrapers-
you were afraid they wouldn't last this long.
I'm sorry
for assuming you'd never change.
I was hungry
and couldn't find a place to eat.
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