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• Red Road
  The road to Napa is reddened by racoon roadkill. A herd of cows are grazing in the green hills. Rows of grapes are growing in every direction –
• The Bay
  The rain drenched the dark San Francisco streets, covering the city with a quiet, indifferent shroud.
• Heavy Hearts
  In the mid-nineteenth century, in the mountains surrounding Yosemite, a detachment of US Army forces encircled a Native American tribe before the crack of dawn.
• By the Sea Shore
  She moves too slow and flowers too fast – the redwoods stand high overhead; unconcerned with the trail of ants below marching into the great unknown.
• Shallow Roots
  It was one of those gray autumn afternoons when the sky’s a flat stretch of concrete and the world looks like it forgot how to feel.
• 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