Strange days indeed
A sighting
a dog-walker in the empty chasms
Nightlife is over
OPD gone to the mattresses
it's every gang for itself
White is the ghostliest shade
The thirteenth floor
it's everywhere nowadays
A cruise ship quarantined at the Port
Chinatown blues
In a deserted city there's plenty of time for thinking
One asks himself every day
Routine and widespread
While the super-rich have gotten super-richer
Not unnoticed
not entirely unexpected
Civilization under wraps
The California Starlight Express has already gone
Sundown on the Union
Once-bustling BART stations
Trains remained sparse and socially distant
Then in September
the wildfires came
June-September 2020
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