The Neighborhood of Independence Day

We come from the skies

Sunshine brisk cool air,

so happy just to be alive

underneath a sky of blue

New tree flowers
Heart of the City

Approaching
Historic district

Cuteness zone
punctuated by the nightclubs
of menace

I am like unto a ghost hear
Only the sensitive can see me

Like a good pollinator
I sustain myself aesthetically

I dig the shirt
not the sharks

New shop just opened

Some sort of satellite

for Oaklandish hipsters

The scene might effloresce 

in a notable manner

at any moment

Rayman

a contemplative loner

come what may

Alive always

to the insurgent beauty

of life as we know it

Expecting to sail

at any given moment

 Watching the sky

change colors

Praying at the closing

of the day

June-July 2016