Postcard From San Francisco – 1968 FREE CONCERT
Sunday in the park
September – San Francisco
Band Shell orchestra
beneath the last of warming suns
conductor taps his wand
preparing for the anthem
some now stand
but others are too old, or tired.
A flock of pigeons flare above us
startled by the sudden blare of brass and drums
their loose formation makes a graceful, sweeping curve
with military grace
above the scattered crowd.
Eye glasses glitter
watching as they wheel against a hard blue sky
returning bravely to their nests when the triumphant noise has ended.
They all know the score.
Published Breadline Press West Coast Anthology 2012