We Are Going to LA, or My Grandmother
In two days, Peter and I are leaving for Los Angeles.I haven't been there in many years. Peter's been once, in the middle of what seemed like a monsoon.
There was a time
when I wrote
poems about
my grandmother how
she left Bacau, Roumania,
lived in Grand Forks, North Dakota
husband four kids
farmers everywhere she felt lost
moved to New Haven (another long story)
where I was born
one day Uncle Alex
he was in LA already he drove up
in a gold cadillac ran upstairs
to our apartment I was 5 years old
said Come On Ma You're Moving
to California and in what seemed
like an hour or two maybe it was
a day she got into
my Uncle Alex's car
drove off to a place
where she was finally
happy, wrote a lifetime of letters
all beginning The Weather is Perfect.
I saved her letters, waited until
this Thursday to go to LA myself.