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• Quarantine
  I feel like a bacteria trapped in a foreign body – searching for similar strains and a propitious space to divide and multiply.
• Cadaver Canes: I
  Exiting Embarcadero station in December and turning toward Spear Street, I see a man standing, slumped over like a candy cane—
• Take & Give
  Sidestepping forlorn souls who Scattered about the streets in SF Search the sidewalks for clues:
• 30 Years
  We all knew the day would come When we would lose our youth
• Sandstorm
  If your burden is heavy, set it down Rest for a bit under a tree, breathe Gentle breeze or storm, it will pass Life is Yin & Yang – flux and fleeting
• Nua
  Never let anyone cover you up Shine pure and bright inside— Lightning strikes your pride: Now is the time to grind,
• Murky Water
  Lost city streets weep A still, dark puddle beneath
• Distracted
  Kids don’t play outside Enslaved to bright, flashing screens
• Azorean Immigration
  They sailed away from verdant islands In search of chocolate and new clothes Raced around in sports cars, and Abandoned the farms for the city
• Here, as There
  Here, as there a trail winds among birds and trees