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  • A HOLLYWOOD SKY


    A writer
    thinks up an idea,
    an idea where he reinvents
    the sky.

    in
    a few months,
    a producer buys it from him
    for mere pennies on the dollar,
    primarily because
    of the writer's dreaded fear
    of invisibility
    and
    the many consequences
    and havoc it can cause
    with dinner tables
    and seating arrangements
    at important places
    and Hollywood hot-spots.

    but
    by Sunday,
    the producer is sitting
    by the far end of his pool.
    he's smiling
    and sipping margaritas
    in the foreground
    of a 180 degree view,
    with the spires
    and downtown towers
    on the far left
    and
    Catalina Island
    and the bright sparkle
    of a blue Pacific Ocean
    to the right,
    with
    Hollywood
    Beverly Hills
    Century City
    and
    a good chunk of LA
    somewhere wedged
    in between.

    so
    clear and warm,
    a perfect day he figures,
    to own the sky,
    so rich and deep
    a Technicolor orange and blue.
    and
    yet he knows
    that by nightfall,
    he'll be eager and gloating
    while watching so many stars
    falling
    from HIS sky

    floating
    far downward
    like the many leaves
    shaken loose
    from a winter tree,
    each of those stars
    coming back down
    to earth.

    yes,
    the producer
    knows full well
    that each and every one will,
    one by one,
    although
    he hasn't yet decided
    whether he'll keep count
    or not.

    but
    by screening calls,
    he knows he has plenty
    of the day left
    for that.

    and
    of course,
    for many more margaritas.


    ~~~~~~~~

    (c)2014 Miles Ciletti
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