Embarcadero Winter’s Tale

Birds flying
Bell is tolling
Ghost of the 
Good ship Klamath
Sits on the water
Rolling.
There are decorations
On Pine Street
Big enough to live in
But the homeless
Can’t even find a 
Hole to piss in.
Palm trees stand
Guard saluting
The flags that are 
Waving,
But I’m in the
Mood for looting
Pier 27 stands
There waiting
For the exodus
Of all those 
Escaping.
The have-nots
Stand around 
Fading
Waiting
For someone who
Can do something
Worth
Waiting
For.

Poem first published in San Francisco Street Sheet

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