Clouds on the horizon

 

Joy of all who sorrow.

Holy Virgin Cathedral

Largest Russian Orthodox church

San Francisco California

Completed in 1965

By John of Shanghai

I had several nicknames

Lady of her sorrows

Was one of them...

I was not allowed to go to a Catholic school

Instead, I went here on Geary Street

One of the oldest neighborhoods

With a new addition

While the Russians had been in California

For a few hundred years

At least the time of Peter the Great

There are a few places still with Russian names

Most concentrate on Fort Ross

Which was a fur trade sport

In between Alaska bought from the Russian

And Baja where there is evidence of their presence

San Francisco was a prized port

The Presidio of the Spanish invasion

Is better known than some of the others

It is said that it all came to an end

When they cut off supplies to the Russians

Starving them out and threatening war

The Russian comandante 

Became engaged to the daughter. 

Of the Spanish Governor at the time

Neither ever saw each other again

He left for Moscow

Never making it there

Dying of pneumonia, it is said

While she went to a covenant 

Never to marry any man

A true romance of the time?

It is said that some are still waiting.

For their return to the Federation of Russia

But of course, they have been forgotten

While others have jealously 

Stolen the few records for themselves

Even the only thing left in the old neighborhood

Has been set on fire and nothing left inside

While the Russians are now in hiding

Due to the support for Ukraine

No one wants to get caught

Being on the wrong side 

Nor causing pain for the others

My family were originally Kievan.

Then Saint Petersburg

Not Moscow where the Kremlin sits

I later went to a Russian High school.

For the language of course

To get a fresh update for my career

As a photojournalist

They were Catholic and appalled.

Even in America it gets confusing

There are two different sections.

The far East are Orthodox. 

Before the break with the West

Then there are those along the border

Who are Catholic supporting the Pope?

Never a dull day nor a clear record

My records were culled and I got 

The worst of both worlds

I had to work through several different colleges.

When in fact I had the credits

But they wanted to hide the cultural high school

I also went to Native American schools

And even a Danish Lutheran school

As well as a French language one

My family expected me to travel

Really, I was hoped to get the message

To get out of the house and stay out

My mother was not forgiving. 

Nor was she going to relent on her mental?

Mind condition of my guiltiness

Innocent and natural unaware

Of what the other girls were doing behind my back

No one remembers anymore where any one came from

There are so many jealous little girls

Running around causing trouble

Because they believe they are the only one

This baby business of stealing someone's child

Then raising it as someone else child

Has caused so much trouble in the world

I bet I am even believed to be the mother

Of the gunman in Hamburg

I recall being driven to a building. 

Similar like that one 

And having a confrontation 

about an abandoned baby

I cant have babies. 

But there must be at least 

One thousands of them now

And counting because it had not stopped.

Not with my mothers death

But instead it seems to have mushroomed.

Money is being made by a whole lot of people

Who wants to give me odds 

On Putin's girlfriend?

I notice all of the weathergirls.

Are familiar to me

As if we have already been to court.

One looks just like Geena Davis

Another one like Debra B

Whose sister Ann would not leave

The bookstore coffee house

Where my boyfriend worked 

Near the University

Loud and obnoxious

She appears to be having a baby

I am not the grandmother

Nor am I obligated to hold it at all

Look up the law dear, it is true.

Grandparents law.

The President is coming to town

He is going to show off his submarines.

To the Prime Ministers of Britain and Australia

I am not sure even Churchill.

Got to look under the hood

On his visit to the Potomac

Wish someone would look under

Jims hood and find out why he is still

Under the impression his behavior

Is charming much less normal

He was supposed to be locked up a long time ago.

Someone forgot to lock their own back door.

Thier own children now keep them. 

From having their way 

Those who once sore vengeance 

Upon Jim and his crew

Upsetting the cart

Is always me and I am not going. 

To take it at all his type

Of punishment as discipline

His girlfriends need to meet

Because there are too many of them

Sorrowful for my own family

Who have lost thier lives

I cried for them when no one else 

Was around and was seen as sadder than normale

But what it there to be happy about

When a trip to the laundromat

Brings out the Mexican cartel

One area was a little too much Africa

Switched to a different area

Ended by going through my favorite

Boutique looking for lost itmes

A young man asked me a question

He had a brand new pair of spiffy shoes

A suit with a red tie

He might have been 18. 

But I was not sure with his tattoos.

His age except his mom was in the store.

He wanted a hanger for his suit

He also had been shot in the face

Which he told me as he asked me 

If I was still in line

I had moved for a moment

I let him go ahead of me

Even though I still feel as if I have a concussion.

From an unknown incident in my room.

I am not going crazy again

I am just sad and sorrowful.

I might even get dressed to see

If the Biden knows he is stepping 

On an area once called Roseland 

After the Ross or Russians who wore red coats

Maybe I might go out to a museum as well.

Live it up a little bit.

Easter is coming. which is my favorite?

Holiday not for the chocolate but for the religious ideal of renewal...