Category Archives: Transit

Opting Out

I didn’t sleep enough last night, althoughI walked eleven thousand steps before.For that and time alone, I opted “no,”when offered wheels to bike the river shore.I stretched and then I gladly locked the door,eliminated waste and travel grit,relaxed and wrote … Continue reading →

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Rabbitbrush

Of rabbitbrush we learned when we enjoyeda 3 day/2 night visit to the realestate that’s called high desert. It’s employedby rabbits as a cover more than meal,and occupies the space that would appealto succulents or cactus down below.With rabbitbrush no … Continue reading →

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Wayward

I’m taking stock right now of how I feel.I try to do this every single day,but I’m about to leave, and as I reelamong my body parts, I sense okay.The pains of yesterday have gone away –that tweak in upper … Continue reading →

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Transit Sightings

Ahead of me, a woman walks uphill.She’s dressed for exercise, with phone to ear.She angles leftward toward the street, untilshe nears the curb, and then she turns to veerto right and plodding on her way, proceedszigzagging up the street. I … Continue reading →

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The Bad Trip

I took a trip and landed on the ground.My left knee and my elbow felt the pain.I must have moved too fast – that’s how I foundmyself on old concrete. I saw the stainof blood on jacket sleeve, and knew … Continue reading →

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The Mien

A mien recalls someone I used to knowwho shared my bus and talked incessantly.It isn’t she, but likeness triggers flowof shuttered stuttered dormant memory.I found her boring then and didn’t seea reason to befriend her, view her placeor show her … Continue reading →

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Mountain Flyby

I aim to spot Mt. Shasta when I flyfrom SFO to PDX, or back.I pick a starboard window north and try,or portside when we’re on the southern tack.If clouds permit there’s candy for my eye –the peak’s alone – sightseeing … Continue reading →

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KCA to NYC

Though born and raised in Berkeley, she’s too muchfor Westerners to tolerate with ease.She fills a room and ambles fast. She’s sucha driven worker, friends and enemiesretreat from competition. Expertiseis what she likes, employing pull and torqueshe had from birth … Continue reading →

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The Decline of BART

I used to ride BART to the city and backfour work days or more every week,preferring the last car, where crowding was slack,employing an end seat technique,enjoying my privacy, able to viewwhose ride was proceeding near mine.But that was the … Continue reading →

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Police Action

Returning from the city, I detrainin downtown Berkeley, Wednesday, 8 at night.Emerging, no one waiting can explainwhy half of Shattuck’s blocked, and every lightwe see is from patrol cars angled rightand left across from us. There’s nothing dreador obvious. I … Continue reading →

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