Hari B Parisi † Winter in Los Angeles

Hari B Parisi

Winter in Los Angeles

A block from home I decide to change my name, press the walk button, cross over to the other side of the street, wish I had a friend to discuss whatever we might discuss, a dog tugging the leash. I flinch from the gunning of cars, swerve the leaf blower. At the sidewalk’s edge, camellias bloom.