Jack hammers on city sidewalks
Fog drenched eucalyptus leaves
drip on me.
Bypass the construction zone.
Zone out.
Sweet smells of Chinese bakeries
Sour looks from cut off drivers
Cut off shorts are absent, but hoodies are ever-present
Circling cars hunt for parking spots
Tourists stick out, marked with maps
Crosswords cross the street on floating newsprint
Espressos savored slowly
Champaign explosions celebrate
And pensive chess players deliberate
Thick moist air obscures the skies
Crack! Boom! ...and? We search
But fireworks are mere reflections
Echoes in the streets
Colored light flashes on the bay
Celebrate your independence, the San Francisco way.
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