Dolores Park

Poetry

here people dance in the street
some naked, or almost
and everyone is some degree of happy
and you can’t not hear it
like you can’t not have a mother
everyone has some degree of one
all our paths led us here
and we all know the lyrics to ‘born this way’
we’re all on 18th street in the mission
there’s skin against me and I’m shielded
from the cold outside
I’ll capture this moment on instagram and people will like it
and I’ll remember dancing with strangers
being accepted by strangers
being loved

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