Cahuenga Passing in poetry

  • March 10, 2017, 2:06 a.m.
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studio city
welcomes you
as the rich scent of laurel bleeds
into the distinctive musk of weed
studio city
welcomes me
no trains through the desert dust
a million cars and maybe one bus
studio city
welcomes us


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