Two L.A. Poems

Her Friend's Passion

Why does he have a passion for the 70s?
I ask of her friend, a millennial like her. 
Or maybe he's an x-er, 
Not a boomer like me 
Who actually came of age in the 70s
And she answers,
In her millennial way,
He just is
There doesn't have to be a reason. 

Magnolia Tree

In Los Angeles 

in the winter
The leaves are brown
Hanging on to their branches
For dear life
But there is no more life 

for those leaves.

Magnolia trees
Are in full bloom
Though their leaves have fallen,
Their flowers emerge 

Among their twisted bare branches
And linger

Lavender-tinged bundles

Of

References to summer