San Fandango

Everything’s a little worn a little tired like a well loved bunny. Androgyny’s the norm no one flaunts their money. Gnarled trees leap toward a brilliant white sun Christmas lights trickle from the branches of everyone. On flecked granite doorsteps workers, beggars, bikers sprawl behind barred windows in flamboyant flower stalls. Fast fingers caress keyboards of Apple’s laptop best Google’s employees await buses all nattily dressed. And the nighttime, the nighttime when neon like fireflies bloom that’s when those who are anyone hoist mugs and sing tunes…