through James Wright

Autumn begins in Berkeley, California
Not at all. At the Codornices Park rose garden
I picture the crew of the San Carlos
Sunset-ushered through the Golden Gate,
And the burnished faces of Ohlone tribespeople
Discovering that landmaking.

All the ashamed of history now call this bay home.
Critical rhetoric pitched like an occupation,
Grinding for purchase.

Even so,
The sunlight beams carcinogenically beautiful
At the beginning of October,
To fall in protest with this wealth against ourselves.