To the office tower
As if it could be anyone
But I, the only one who sees him,
Knows who they are for,
Another gesture of my esteem
From somewhere far away
(In this case, City of Industry,
A most unsentimental place).
It doesn't matter from whose heart
It sprung, there is something in it
For me, to feel.
This sharing we do
May be at the furthest remove
But that doesn't puncture the oneness.
We are all one at Christmas
In the red chairs of The Jerry Moss
Though I am the only one here.
LA has gifted this empty stretch
Today not by fate or luck
But because I'm large enough.
