                         The Balance of Trade


I see by the calendar it's June again.  
Ho hum.  

June doesn't bust out all over L.A. like it does other places.  
Here it just sort of oozes in on cat feet like fog, 
The last cool gray scraps of winter being used up 
Like turkey sandwiches the day after Thanksgiving.  
Nothing to write home about, 
And nothing to write poetry about.  

Yes, "June" here still rhymes with all the usual words 
Like "Moon" and "spoon" 
But there's something lacking.  
Some undefinable essence is missing.  

So even though Los Angeles exports all kinds of wondrous things
Like Movie Stars and Hollywood,
Not to mention more mundane goods, 
If it wants poems about June it must import them.  





                                   -- Thomas G. Digby 
                                   23:39 Jun 12, 1996 
                                   13:34 Jun 13, 1996 
                                   16:32 Jun 13, 1996 
