Downtown Mission

Grand Hope Flower CA Hospital over a century of healing Construction din all of downtown one enormous construction site with all its might peeling into daylight Executive traffic thinks it’s funny, whizzes as acorns drop onto windshields and hoods of the angle parked cars. Drivers jostle, spar in their car for the pathetic number of any available space at any random regal ecstaseegle. Pedestrians in their weekday finery amble, rush, with crushed purpose and parade in their charade at exactifying tie tying for the next meeting conference justice lunch sentencing rendezvous park bench to quench the bottomless thirst which bursts from the lungs of the withered and the young. Tuesday, oughta be booze day for the leprechauns who realized they were fully exposed not in the shadowless shadows of spirits and meadows. But dodging every leaf whether plated or solid lab grown or natural rough hewn from the stalactites glistening in pitch blackness. Does the perpetual solid black know what brilliant colors adorn their rank cracks? Ruby, peridot, aventurine, sapphire chrysoprase, agate galore, yet more upon more in scintillating splendor the microcrystalline jaspers, beryl in emerald, diamonds formed within gas bubbles inside magma and only forced to the crust via volcanic explosions, taking their toll, paying none. That murdefying sun all he has done can’t defend subtracting the particles waves radioactive haze. Bombarding every carbonic harmonic existence. Pre-existing conditions their only mission.