Ominous vehicle
parked across the street
I greet the world outside
People from elsewhere would not believe how cold
a morning n July can be hereabouts
Bigger day than expected lie ahead
1.
On my way to Berkeley
Guy on BART
face buried in three bouquets
like his battery was turned off
Home ward drive-by
What's with the huge
paintings of dead babies
Does have to do with
the wall we're going to build?
Dry garden center
apropos
a former gas station
A park I forget its name
Whacky little former
cake shop gallery
Street-walking manikins
African import shop
Here comes the new mural
trying to trump
the relentless graffiti
taggarts
Same muralist that did
Leo's on Telegraph,
pleasant enough
Matches the serpentine tiles,
Let's see if it
does the trick
Oakland is not in the mood
for more repression, OK?
Thrash metal epiphany
Old white lady
high forever
I'm reading Monsignor Quixote
by Graham Greene
Checking m books of chivalry
Swearing an oath
Taking my Vows
seriously
2.
Wake from a nap
after-supper
The district has guests tonight
It seems
Helicopters are with us
There they are now
They are here to take the highway
to let the police know
that they are not happy
Nothing a chopper can do
but fly around and around
in circles
An unstoppable will
two thousand strong
The scene settles down
Almost a like a bucolic festival
No traffic on Broadway
No cars may pass
on the highway overpass
As darkess fell
the helicopter persisted
like a noisome flying insect
Finally reverting
to its larval state
A feeling of peace and accomplishment fell over the neighborhood.
All night until well after midnight, I watched dancing silhouettes of young legs in skinny jeans
as they came and went on the exit ramp, sometimes a bike or a skateboard.
I felt a warm welcome for them and would have gone out to see the spectacle in reverse, but the cold weather had left me with the mule-kick sneezes of an on-coming cold
7 July 2016
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