Roses in the City

my sister Dorothy
had the best rose garden
in the city
three years in a row

That is where I learned
roses have no smell

I watch
North Beach
from the cafe window

the old mathematician
playing Soduku

the barista tending
his new baby

the face of the friendly
cop

tourists tourists tourists

and my face in the window pane
“wake up and smell the coffee”

A great portrait of the city, Peter.

Les

Thanks, Les.

Peter