Los Angeles poem

a cream colour Rolls-Royce
sits on barren Temple Street
parked next to
the Cathedral
of Our Lady
of the Angels
a vast complex
that stretches out
in all directions
except
up towards God

a block away
a bright red e-rental bike
stands next to
a homeless enclave
dutifully awaiting
a new rider

which
will take you
to heaven?

© Buzz Dixon