pastel painted houses

shoulder to shoulder

on up the hill

bordering 280

headed out of the city

an overpass

hills and trees

to the left and right

now the wide open

ocean on the left

and rolling foothills

on the right

white frothy specks

are all that keep

the dark blue black

stoney surface

from smoothness

now buildings

ugly, compared

280 turns inland

into hotels

and complexes

windy today

the trees blowing

even the car

blowing

dirt and construction

under a graffitied

overpass

power lines

connecting

metal frame

skeleton towers

a plane overhead

we must be

getting close

a billboard

for enterprise

something

the cars into

the city

more congested

than the cars

like mine

going out

to the airport

or further south