Los Angeles, 12-3-2019

Tonight I drive east on Venice Boulevard,
Observe a dirigible ease over Rosedale Cemetery,
The airship's a faceted lozenge,
With single citrine eye.
Ornate tombstones, some akimbo,
Shed opaline in gris urban flow,
The soundless craft skims graveyard,
Sweeping souls, slipping souls, nudging
Souls,
Could it be Berlin, 1936?

Laura Stickney 2020



Notes:

archival photo of zeppelin

gris means gray