San Francisco Sally
I can smell how Sewer breath permeates Every alleyway As I walk the lonely Yet wide open City, cajoled by Everyone that I meet Dirty filthy garbage Everywhere the street Crews are late again Picking up this mess People moving Animated in Their actions Some sipping Coffee standing Waiting for the Trolley to make Its continuing Daily rounds in A never ending cycle Slowly walking On this warm Summer morning Five layers deep in Clothing to keep Warm. I smell the Pastries as I go. Looking at my Leathery hands Pushing the cart My gut begins to Grumble hoping For some kindness To quell the hunger I stop to look in The window Noting the changes To my face so Dirty and unwashed Clothes tattered Hanging on me Thankfully the Window cannot Smell the flavor Of sweat in the air The odor is Unforgiving yet Familiar to me I find a corner nearby In an alleyway Off of Drumm St. Time to build My nest for the Day. A few moments Of rest all I need Then up again Pushing my cart My precious cart Looking for some Kindness to help Quell the incessant Hunger in my gut |