Song For Dana Lok

The red band stretches out
Across the Farallones dagger beach
Bay windows with victorian glass
And power lines that carried the telegraph
I taste salt on my tongue
I will stay strong
I will not be undone
The sound of the Alemany Market
Is future sound
And I sighed in relief
When bitter greens dropped to a dollar a pound
And night dropped the floor
Opened up a small wooden door
I taste salt on my tongue
I will not be undone