The City's Almanac

Fog-laden mornings yield to glorious gale gusting sunshine and maskless meanderers

 Magnolia and Cherry blossoms scatter on sidewalks,

 eucalyptus stands sentinel along the Presidio paths

Rent controlled old English, 

leaning rapacious towers, 

shakey foundations 

and International Orange

 bridging the bay

Pickled People and PRIDE

 crowds the corners

Dogs abound, murders on every street, 

buffalos near the beach and wild parrots on the patrol

their cackle laugh echoing 

This city is but a shadow of a withering dream - ah mon rêve

Instead I am greeted by discarded masks, unmentionables and colored chalk sidewalk drawings 

All we have to offer is space in the cloud

A Honey Bear in a Chef hat stands  tag smeared by a pig (Swile)

Yet I know the patience and passion of the unrequited 

While millennials insist immunity to this plague  

Dirigour dressing in effortless entitlement

How I long for walks around Dunns

savage Narnian adventures

in the aching afternoons,

hoping Breed's pause persists 

Mounted police

 chatter canter up 

Union Street in the Sunday sun 

Today’s news headline reads:

Daily Figures on SF coronavirus cases: confirmed cases up 4 percent and deaths at 22

Coronavirus prompts some residents to leave Bay Area

I still hear your voice - As always, you will be missed at our table

A wild white unicorn brees 

Goodnight Moon

as a sun-scorched sleeping man curls in the boarded-up doorway

and fog horns bellow over the bay

I fear it will never be the same

The Palace pillars - glowing calx against the setting sun

NaPoWriMo  Day 26

Based on the prompt to write a poem using the Almanac Questionnaire