The Technicolor umbrellas
of Old Oakland
Happenings large and small
in a world of infinite
minute difference
Saturday
A scenic bus past the Lake
past the parks and the farmers market
along Grand to Piedmont
to Pleasant Valley
a long quite pleasant walk on Manila
to the Rockridge library
only to learn it won't open today
California Admissions Day
a snafu
But teleologically apt
I meet Chester my old friend
we adjourn briefly to his manor
for one hit each of a superlative blend
Ever onward
Post-downtown Oakland
Has added cute but supercilious
umbrellas
on the sidewalk aloft
Someone else has spread out
a colorful dog blanket
in response
The whole street is sort of
an extravaganza
Celebrating immigrants
of which who ain't?
GMO
cat lady,
hands off
Apotheosis
people of color
My own parapluie
drifts homeward
Heraldic Griffin
understands
Oaklandish
The
what do you know?
a Demo!
Right on, people
They are unhappy
that the villain in White House
reneged on the previous administration's
promise to people who parents
migrated without papers,
after they have turned in all their info
to the same amnesty authorities who now
seek to persecute them
fickle and evil
Drumpf is ruining the US brand
How do you spell racist?
OPD
How do you spell rapist?
OPD
They clearly had given
the OPD assurances
concerning civil disobedience and
property destruction
the Cops guarded
the highway with nonchalance
As they head up Seventh
we bid them fond farewell
Sunday
Cop's off-duty vehicle
parked at headquarters
Cop trucks are Ram tough
not Satanic
Down to the Port
as on many a Sunday afternoon
A great river of clouds
often forms going East
from the mouth of the
estuary and the Gate beyond
The Ferry lies in wait
another crossing ahead
I'm contemplating one soon
Slip into a slipstream
the shift in consciousness
being on the waves induces
The Potomac soon to cruise
away the afternoon
I sit in my yacht
yacht all that I got
Happiness is something
that cannot be bought
Public transport is alright with me
But I wouldn't mind
pending some time
on Roosevelt's vintage
scud-about
As the day passes
The Ferries come
and go to San Francisco
The sky is a-crackle
a September sunset
9-10 September 2017
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