May 5th.

In gridlock, I drive

Past departures and arrivals 

Passing through downtown 

LA Traffic crawling past air traffic control. 

 

Through gridlock

And grit and grime

And hazy skies

With tired eyes 

I watch the airplanes, just upon arrival.

 

With tired eyes, I imagine

Through hazy skies

One might carry future dreams

(and you).