The streets of North Beach are quiet
Silent taps play at Spec’s
The Cafe Trieste weeps
The Red Brigade beats its drums
Poems loud as thunder
Beat back the dark clouds
Enter the eardrums like artillery fire
Like Bob Kaufman said
“When I die I won’t stay dead”
Lawrence Ferlinghetti waits to greet you
Beautiful butterflies spread their wings
Reshape the stars the universe
Cosmic matter waiting to be reborn
