A Quiet Sunday in WeHo

aside from the trucks on Fairfax,
the helicopter overhead,
and the smell of hobo urine,
the breeze and the jasmine front lawns,
the cold brew and the sativa
settle in for a quiet Sunday in West Hollywood.

may I'll go to the record shop,
maybe I will head to the beach for EDM brunch,
maybe I will get a tattoo to remember
this small, glorious attempt forever,
or maybe I will do nothing
but walk in the about-time sun
and just live in this fading moment
for the time it exists and then move on.

I'd love to live in this moment,
make a life in it, meet the gay neighbors,
make the coffee shop my spot,
get a bike, move my kid here,
and pretend away the days.