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
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