from this week in February, 2020 (I was 75)
What became of the social contract
I remember when I first came to live here
in the fall of 1966 When all was so new for us
driving the Nimitz freeway to the Bay Bridge
when the traffic moved both fast and smooth
in time to the music on the radio
Cars signaling changing lanes even trucks
in mutual trust and respect for right of way
It inspired confidence in the grandeur
of civic behavior and cooperative effort
to attentively assure we all got to our destinations
in that alluring city on the Hill above the blue and windy sea
Moving smoothly through the tunnel of Treasure Island
to emerge into the loveliness of accessible possibility
Just another manifesto now lost to the worm of cynicism
and recalled only in fictional idealism of old lyrics
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