It’s not the Cote d’Azur, Charles de Gaulle Etoile;
no way Rio. It’s not that dreamy or loamy,
But L.A. accommodates its refuseniks & nouveaux riches,
Because anything grows in this come-hither climate—
African daisies, orchids, bougainvillea,
Plumeria & birds-of-paradise—
Eucalyptus, jacaranda & Italian cypress
Can recreate their foreign identity here.
Here could be anywhere Mediterranean.
In a landscape of transplants,
Historylessness makes strange stimulacra.
But the grafts take—like plastic surgery.