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Day 66- 11.21.20

Gentrification aflame in Berkeley


It isn’t a wildfire, not this time,

though the scent is eerily reminiscent

of the month the sky hung heavy and orange

after the lightning started a family of

vicious fires.


But no, this time it’s a fire just down the street from here, just across the way from

the McDonald’s, diagonal from the

boarded up bank.

The smoke-ridden lot was once

An impressive ice cream factory,

or at least it appears to have been

from it’s worn signage.


For many months now the lot has been

home to a whopper of a construction site

all iron and foundation,

beams and cranes.

Now the luxury apartments burn

before even the wealthiest, white feet

can step inside.

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