Waitin’ for the Vaccine Blues

 

As if in auto-

Citation, San Francisco

Calls up some wind

And a little fog

Today.

 

                        My mind

Wanders in empty fields

Of Covid time, end-

Less and finite

As a lost dog.

 

                        I walk

Where the traffic lights

Bid me and Alamo Square

Is where I sit

 

And where San Francisco

Writes itself

Into my note-

Book.

 

                        Half a million

American souls

Know it’s true.

 

 

 

                                    2/2/2021

                                    Alamo Square, SF