LA haze. Getty’s gaze.

He stands at the glass viewing his oil fields below.

Sea to his right. Large white letters on a hill to his left announced real estate.

His tram climbs. Tourists rise through Santa Monica Mountain chaparral to walk among his collection.

Among stone Greeks who pose, eyeless, patient.

He sees the nearby hills where the fires came.

He sees the concrete river, tents strewn on city streets.

His tram descends. Only to rise again.