
stormy wet fog
rising over the hills.
rainy Saturday
Berkeley..
watching
from windows..
still.
fog & light,
i imagine
far across the bay..
bridges between,
safety..
pondering the day.
1120am
cows
dust off
the Meatless Monday!
i fill myself
(the vents closed)
the cattle yard
awaits the death
chutes
so we can fill
ourselves
with bull-
tri-tip and
no bbq..
mashed potatoes
and veg.
the smell!
disgusting.. and yet
we eat..
no stopping those
who want,
despite the drought,
the cows mill, queue,
die, slaughtered;
sliced,
cooked,
and served.
dinner.
Winchester
san jose 99
august came with 13
so we all piled in
and drove up
to catch the flashlights
in the jinxed house
that the crazy lady made..
half steps,
tripping in the dark
new friends
old friends
a bit of a lark.
daisies were lucky
stained glass too..
stairs to nowhere,
doors hidden from view.
green parks and
tourist traps,
ice cream treats quite late
and a long drive back
break down
and suddenly carless
memories made
glad we came,
but was not so
lucky 13.