Wednesday, March 3, 2021

Waitin’ for the Vaccine Blues


As if in auto-

Citation, San Francisco

Calls up some wind

And a little fog



                        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-



                        Half a million

American souls

Know it’s true.





                                    Alamo Square, SF



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