The Angeles Crest Highway’s mountain curves
swing beauty close to canyons with death as chaser.
Some are caught, crosses mark the crossing over.
One mountain boulder marked our neighbor’s son:
his motorcycle swerving through blind curve,
his helmet helpless against granite will.
His mother crossed our street to share the news,
Eugene O’Neill’s moon mother heroine,
sun-leathered skin, sun-streaked eyes marked with loss.
—from Rattle #52, Summer 2016
Tribute to Angelenos
Lester Graves Lennon: “I am a native New Yorker who has lived in California 46 years, twice as long as in the Empire State. My soul is home in the Golden State and centered in the Los Angeles megalopolis.” (website)