Fire and Flood

Pushkin never waited for a green arrow
at the intersection of Artesia and Sepulveda.
Akhmatova didn't crumble under the pressure
of a 12% increase in rent.
The darlings of French-Malaysian form poetry did not begrudge
the seemingly multiplying medical marijuana lines.
Pizza Palace didn't offer Czech Pilsner on draft
and Vance Joy in refrain
for Catherine de Medici's'softball team. (What a season!)
And never having buckled into a United taxi did Genghis Khan,
baffled at his not opting for the Uber,
lament the unbearable struggles of the age.
But Merriweather Lewis, yes,
he most definitely hung his head in dismay,
shut the mail box lid,
and cursed the DWP.

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