Starting from Berkeley
Starting from Berkeley, walking,
You will come upon a monument to certain dead people.
“This is all that is left.
“They were beautiful.
“Do not forget them.
“They fought the”
I don’t know. Did we win?
And then, some of us are still alive.
So, under a basic limitation,
Autobiography is all I have to offer.
Driving, starting from anywhere,
It is a symphony crossing the Golden Gate
And Van Ness Avenue,
Soon to smell the eucalyptus. Thus,
I come to Berkeley to be happy,
But I find, in early Summer,
Not everyone is simple.
Copyright (c) 2008 by Walter Bloch. All rights reserved.