Poetry
1 min
sf pride 2023
Lia Le-Nguyen
one june morning
the air still crisp and cool
the clouds still hanging overhead
i get on at fremont
green line, northbound
the air still crisp and cool
the clouds still hanging overhead
i get on at fremont
green line, northbound
union city, hayward
people start to trickle in
their eyes lighting up
mouths curling to a smile
like friends who've never met
bay fair, san leandro, oakland
as we cut across the bay
the train car starts to crowd
alive with the steady
pulsating beat of pride
off at embarcadero
swept up in a sea of people
lining up along market street
i hold my breath
and wait
elsewhere we'd be tossed out,
dirt trodden, spat on
but not here
not where the clouds make way for the sun
not where overhead, flipping in the wind,
our flag flies high
the rainbow after the storm
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