Slashed weathered tapestries
An artistic whole
Worn surface memories
Fantasy for all
Muted bright tones
A dying rainbow
Their burial gowns
Only hypershadows
Every once in a while
A turf-minded youth
Shades a sundial
A minor-key mood
Strikes a chord in an Angelenos heart
A tribute to you. It’s public art
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