Ladder

Ladder to heaven

White as a ghost

Stood before me

Sandwiched

Between

Fluffy

Clouds

Floating

Weightlessly

In the fuzzy blue

Sky

Waiting

For someone

To ascend

Its rungs.

One Cloud

One cloud

Trying

With all its

Strength

To stand

Tall

But with

Nothing

To support it

It soon

Breaks

Apart.

Ink Blot

In the middle of

a sky

Blackened

By a dirty palette

Of clouds

Sits a splash

Of blue,

Waiting for someone

To paint the sky.

Stage

A curtain

Of silver-gray

Clouds

Shroud

The moon

From my eyes,

Until she is ready

For her evening show,

And the clouds part for her grand appearance.

Sunset

The sun

Extinguishes

Itself

Once more

With one

Last gleam

Of smoke

It wraps itself

In the cozy blanket

Of clouds

And settles in

For the night.

Chase

He runs

With the wind

As pale

As a ghost

His face

Beams Like the sun

His fluffy tail

Happily

Wagging behind

As he chases the sky.

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Saran wrapped
Van
Almost
at a complete
stand still
in traffic
on the 405.

Plastic wrap
where glass should be
or just
a cheap way
to get a convertible.

Only in L. A.

Do streets have multiple names

When one would suffice just fine

And maneuvering through them

Can make a person see double

Dazed and confused.

Only in L.A.

Do cars stop

When the light turns green
And go when the lights turns red.

Only in L.A.

Do people

Spend so much

Time sitting in traffic

That they forget

Cars are meant

To be driven

And are not for

Talking on the phone

Reading e-mail

Or performing basic hygiene

Only in L.A.