Through winter palms
the ochre church
built by Love, Faith
& film money
where weddings occur;
death and exorcisms too
in darker margins
when doors blow open
unaccounted for
in October Santa Anas
funeral processions
on LA blvds and streets
random as the days
and weeks in which
we are born…
the 10 west and east
runs furiously past this
mostly silent cathedral
where I was married
and a decade later
divorced, under
those same palms.