These dirty streets

As the sky turns grey and begins to sleet
the many homeless cover their feet
hoping that she will keep them safe yet again
in the city where naval aviation did begin.
These tired streets with their old faces
now share the streets with new places
the old and wise, the young and hip together
helping the sleeping giant face the weather.
Nobody sees her for what she could be
only what she would be,
if her poverty did not eclipse her wealth
caused by her declining health.
She breathes a sigh of relief
every time she survives the thief
called Summer, threatening with her masses
to destroy the old street as she passes
showing her and reminding us she is Queen
and the other foolish seasons are unclean,
dirty and ugly compared to her.
Yes, in this city one can only concur
she may be old and worn thin
but her glory rises time and time again.
As much as I ache to leave her behind
I know another I will never find,
she has made me who I am today
basking in her glorious beautiful ray.