Warm breeze
Blue sky and palm trees
California my home
So accustomed
Watching helicopters saunter by
They hover and flutter
Littering the sky with a vibrating hum
Taxis hail
Semi trucks wail
I’m quite sure that light was red
Perfect turbine on his head
Baby strollers to the brim
Head turning I win
As she was definitely worth a second glance
The American flag in the distance
Waiving my father
Persistence I keep
As another homeless woman
Shifts by
Toenails long as emery boards
Ankles dipped in mud
Hair rag
Jet lagged
She mumbles something
Walking by to a meeting
With someone we’ll never meet
Looking down at my own feet
With socks and shoes
Real people to meet
Plenty of rich clean food to eat
So grateful for everything
This time around
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