walking the streets

downtown Oakland

new huaraches

flopping around the toes

thinking of cacti flowering

turquoise in silver inlays

feeling the heat of the sun

through straw hat

wishing for the high desert

sniffing the permanent stink of piss

the hot sidewalk reeking of blood

as the guy stumbles along

falling toward me

in wanting something

worn & twisted by forgotten wars

& always the booze


I say

palm raised in peace

& he laughs

in complete delight

smile from ear to ear

I got me an Indian saying how

& I was gone by

another day

another mistaken identity

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