the sun is shining in san diego -
still low in the sky
and glimmering through the leaves of my tree
on the indecently clad and badly weathered dope fiend
wobbling down university avenue
away from whatever happened last night

it winks at the young misfits
that sit outside the apartment building
trying to bum a cigarette or whatever
from whoever passes by

and makes its way up higher in the blue
so it can reach
the vietnamese lady who always wears white
and pushes a baby carriage full of tin cans
up to the recycling center

the sun is shining in san diego -

shining down on the tourists in the gaslamp district
and the liberals in hillcrest
and the conservatives in north county
and the bohemians in south park
and the abnormals in normal heights
and the refugees in city heights.

it spreads its blanket
over beer bottle caps and discarded condoms on the sidewalks
and over surfboards and brown skin on the beach
and over the fedora of the saxophone player near the fountain at balboa park

it's sun day in san diego
and this is where i go to worship.

01/16/2011

Posted on 01/16/2011
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