Like an Old Friend Whom You Had Given Up for Dead Rain Returns to Oakland

The sun rises over the Oakland hillsThe sky is hues of pink, yellow,orange, gold, and blueScattered clouds linger fromThe Blues Note Bird sings his song“C, C, A-flat”His voice stands outamongst the other chirping birdsCrows call from telephone wiresand from trees on the adjacent streetCanadian geese honkas they fly over the housetowards Lake MerrittPeople honk their horns as if to answer