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
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
