In the 60’s
San Francisco was the place to be
Wear a flower
in your hair in a life so carefree
The hippies
were the rage, the air smelled of sweat perfume
A happy
place, a refuge from Vietnam’s doom and
gloom
No so today
as the city struggles with an opioid crisis out of control
7,500 people
living in the streets, sidewalks covered in urine not a place for a stroll
Thousands of
people shooting up, smoking crystal meth
Needle
litter everywhere, symbols of overdose deaths
The city is
becoming a city on life support
As
conventions fearful of crime their gatherings abort
Tourist
dollars like a pond of water in Death Valley on a triple digit day
Evaporating
quickly as tourists chose to stay away
No one
wearing flowers in their hair
If they are
they are wilted as the magic is no longer there
© July 11,
2018 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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