Why do the Homeless in America’s Finest City have to sleep on cardboard on city streets and sidewalks in alleys and under freeways in empty doorways under tarps on the ground in Montclair canyon while we sleep on beds with pillowed heads in private spaces? Why do we care more for pets than for the… Read more
when I walk into Café Madeline time stands still as I gaze into her emerald eyes my heart skips a beat melting like honey into my café au lait while I sit outside in South Park in summer heat cooled by an ocean breeze composing una poema para Sierra linda
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