Yerba Buena (Based on the “Garden of Love” by William Blake)
I went to la Yerba Buena,
and I saw something I have never seen before:
A carousel for full-grown adults in the midst,
Where they used to be just a green field.
And the carousel was turning around and around empty with bright lights,
and the music played while no one rode the white and black stallions of carved wood;
So I turned to la Yerba Buena,
that so many sweet flowers and waterfalls bore.
And I saw it full of lovers,
and with homeless that snored where the roses used to be:
And the police in bicycles were doing their rounds,
And binding with beggars, that harassed the lovers.
