Echoes on Broadway
Silence roams LA's Broadway's line,
Where Rialto's bright marque echoes Urban's fine design.
The streets, once vibrant, lay barren, under a hushed decree,
Orpheum's doors closed, "Gone Fishing," lost to the sea.
A ghost town masquerading where dreams and daylight intertwine,
Governor's call, a stay-at-home order, the city's stark confine.
The theaters, grand and solemn, stood in the quiet, mourning shrine,
A world paused, nature's reclaim, in these moments, redefines.
Broadway Avenue, a desert, with its pulse now undermined,
Rialto's silence speaks volumes, in the stillness, we're confined.
The Orpheum's idle chatter, a memory, left behind,
In this still frame, life's cinema, the reel unwinds.
As the city sleeps, the empty streets bear witness, signed,
A testament to resilience, in isolation, intertwined.
The theaters, empty vessels, but in their absence, we're reminded,
Of unity and strength, in solitude, we find it.
