A Slight Breeze

A slight breeze, soaring hawk...nothing in the book about this...red

tiles in front of my casita, cheap glaze worn off by rain...dinner at Lee's

tonight...don't know how long the restaurant will last till he gets beat

by the bottle...in the mean time  I enjoy each meal as if it was my last...

or Lee's last...surrealist Thai pizza, Dada dumplings, Titanic tort to go

down for.

Sky rocket bombs this afternoon and into the night, echoing 

off the mountain, getting the dogs barking but good as if

something's happening not really for thousands of years.

They're patriotic in a chaotic way...don't really trust each other,

but love each other and have lots of babies that become 

part of the tribe, the flow of being into this valley... happy smiles

on young and old faces...withered Donas with plastic  bags full

of mangos, pina, pappas, guava, mandarin oranges...

It's like I imagine San Francisco was for a short time around 1967...

the freedom feeling of those days...no camera on every street 

corner...people not in fear, talking to strangers, laughing out loud.