Under El Segundo Palms

Under El Segundo palms
sand scrabbling over blacktop 
newly laid and crisply lined;
here on a boulevard strangers walk,
smiles are easy under blissful 
blankets of California heat.

Even in the din of traffic
and overhead LAX incoming,
the rub of rolling wheels
from passing skateboarders — 
somehow it seems more a symphony
than the howl of wolf packs 
in some empty wood.

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