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…
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