To Zoe

It has been raining in Los Angeles.

The Sun

patiently waits—

understanding and kind.

A Grey blanket replaces Her

just a few days—

for respect,

for transition,

for quiet.

She will come back

with full admiration—

her beams will remind us to smile,

to laugh,

to play.

But the rain now falls

as our hearts

(the eyes of our souls)

are brimming—

imperative tears

expelled in order to heal.

The City of Angels

releases one more.

quietly,

graciously,

humbled.

And we heal,

as human as we ever were.