Skid row, marginal. Some will call it home
Emptied for the art walk while the missions close
Pop-up tent cities abounding
Birthing scant displaced humanity
As we diversify
We spill from cities
Beyond the wealth crest
Traditional boundaries
Everything meant to burn. Thirty-year cycles
Mud pots, sandstone bluffs, crumble and erode
Fault lines, fortitude
Small streets swell into grand avenues
As we devalue
Debtors of the dream
Living oblivion
Skin-deep sun-seeking
Life in the construct that's sold
Promised land, golden state, sunny, blissful
No longer affordable
Surviving California
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