Morning, Morning

 In which the Flaneur looks out of his window

Each day each of awakens

In our private cell,

or not

Back alley and graffiti row 

Parked across Eighth street

 What make of car is it anyway?

It's such a dynamic neighborhood
Different walks of life can co-exist here
Every day you get to see both ends
of the social screw

Another car parked too close
Burst into flames,
Quel dommage

 

Uptown Oakland sportsmanship

Note: CLEVELAND SUCKS! placard

Still on display on Broadway
  A year after Cleveland team's defeat by our local Warriors

 Time
Centrifugal force and barometric pressure
 Compel me back inside the window
of my cell

January 2016