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Haight/Ashbury
Haight/Ashbury
Haight Street Long Gone Past Ashbury
Where the purple crowd gathers
For a convocation of beggars
One holds alms cap for coins
Fresh from the heavenly mint
Hoping for Sacagawea’s progeny
As silver dollars emancipated from the pockets
Of passersby on the road to Highway miles
Where a pouch
Hangs on a stick for luck of Louisiana
“I have purple and gold in my mind”
His Baton Rouge mind blitz
Borrows my billfold
Into an opening
That unfolds like a memory
Of terracotta roofs
But his beatific smile
Is a golden gate tent city of the heart
Haight Street Long Gone Past Ashbury
Where the purple crowd gathers
For a convocation of beggars
One holds alms cap for coins
Fresh from the heavenly mint
Hoping for Sacagawea’s progeny
As silver dollars emancipated from the pockets
Of passersby on the road to Highway miles
Where a pouch
Hangs on a stick for luck of Louisiana
“I have purple and gold in my mind”
His Baton Rouge mind blitz
Borrows my billfold
Into an opening
That unfolds like a memory
Of terracotta roofs
But his beatific smile
Is a golden gate tent city of the heart
Published 16th Dec 2022
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