SUNDAY IN BERKELEY

 

Sunset walk on a Berkeley Sunday. 

Soft- serve hot fudge sundae whipped into swirling peaks 

of brain freeze. 

 

Little tornadoes of trash filled breezes

crash land a child’s abandoned red cowboy boot

on top of a wishful lottery form.

 

What are the chances? I’d bump into you.

Tumbling down University Avenue looking for

love.