I saw people walking in LA,
policemen and flashing lights by El Capitan
as traffic, crawling, reminded me that my errand had failed,
but I didn't care, for I saw hope
up ahead, a left turn on La Brea
leading inexorably towards the Hollywood Fleeway
which became the Ventura Fleeway
and I forked away to the fleedom of the 405, the 5
climbing up out of the smog
free of lost angeles once more.