The Yale Review features “Song with Day Glo & Jello”

Hulky & afloat on seas of parking
the old Plaza 
                         dated from the fifties—

sold Day Glo Ice & jelly shoes,
new Sweet Valley High & sour candy. 

Our flock would  flock to Woolworths,
buy 99-­cent Wet & Wild to line our lips. 

We wandered home between the glaze of windshields.
At McPhee’s, McPhee still measured feet

& ordered in our red saltwater sandals. 
Someone got shot: McPhee died: I went to college. 

Later I learned how it all was covered streambed,
The once-­site of the Castro Hacienda. 

Before that: Ohlone, bear habitat, and tule. 
In the same spot, they built a new bad Plaza. 

Cars inch by Bed Bath & Beyond.  
Sometimes I dream up the old ranchero, 

live oak, monarch, poppies, bears.
Sometimes I can hear the buried stream. 

Someone’s made a point of some remembrance: 
near the drive-­thru bank, there is one tiny plaque.

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