spring day lunch hour — men roll up their sleeves, women show a little leg
no use calling her — my cat sees only the birds dancing in the yard
sunny afternoon — only the puddles remember the rain
inside blood mobile: cookies and OJ. outside homeless man with cart
sometimes in the rain I hear her voice — what I get for leaving that way
fog bank strikes Sutro, spikes skyward. aspires to cloud
people arrested for feeding the hungry? war is our least crime.