Looking West from Laguna Beach at Nightfrom
I've always liked the view from my mother
law's house at night,Oil rigs o
Long BeachLike ﬂoating lanterns out in the smog
dark Paciﬁc,Stars in the eucalyptus,Lights of airplanes arriving from Asia, and town lightsLittered like broken glass around the bay and back up the hill.In summer, dance music is borne upOn the sea winds from the hotel's beach deck far below,"Twist and Shout," or "Begin the Beguine."It's nice to think that somewhere someone is having a good time, And pleasant to picture them down there Turned out, tipsy and ﬂushed, in their white shorts and theirturquoise shirts.Later, I like to sit and look up At the mythic history of Western civilization,Pinpricked and clued through the zodiac.I'd like to be able to name them, say what's what and how who got where,Curry the physics of metamorphosis and its endgame,But I've spent my life knowing nothing.