Someday I shall dwell
In a townhouse by the square
Surrounded by a picket fence
Which guards yellow daffodils
The color of butter, the scent of cheer.
A strip of the town shall be laid
In cobblestone, each side of the road
Embellished with tall, San Francisco buildings
Each its own, and each a new hue.
In the morning I will wake
The same time as the sun
And amble down the seashore
Discerning every seafull, eyeing every seashell,
I shall smile as the wet sand
Squelches through my toes
And the tide comes in,
For I will be happy.
In the afternoons, I’ll laze about,
Meet a friend for coffee,
I shall linger at the bay where the ferries come in
Smell the salt as it spritzes my skin.
There will be a cheerful man on Mondays
Who pushes a white cart up and down streets
Wielding balloons of every color
For giggly children, hands covered in lollipop residue.
I shall smile at night
When the moon rules the sky
And gleams through my window,
For I will be happy.

1.
A swift exchange in the night,
Quiet, tense,
Foreboding sight,
Shadows creep and shadows crawl,
In the depths of darkness,
Sullen moonlight masks,
Twitch,
Tonight we unite,
Allegiance in mystery,
Of running eyes and delicate sound.
2.
A moment of madness,
Touch the round edge of darkness,
Look out the window,
See the chameleon,
Where!
Blinded by solitude inside the waterfall,
I don't understand,
Infatuated with small cities,
Crying across the land,
And the lonely people tracking me down,
Now found,
Out of time.
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