A people must have dignity and identity.
A cold and windy night near Union Square in San Francisco
The streets were almost empty
The sound: A street musician playing his clarinet and "Greensleeves" pushes it way through the air; turning the corners; rising to touch the buildings that scrape the sky; and surrounding me like a cloak
The soundtrack of a San Francisco night
as he handled the music with dignity and accepted tips
as though he were playing at the Top of the Mark.
The sight: a man deep in a doorway keeps his back to me.
He makes his newspaper bed
lining his shoes neatly next to his bed,
he gets ready to meet the night on the streets with dignity
filled the night
and the sight followed me back
to my fancy hotel
and I could not sleep
and that's poetiquejustis