Dear old St. Francis
odd that familiar
parks and onyx apex
that starves for the skies
sandalwood harbinger
As we walk the
camel spine streets
of South City to North Beach to
a westward seascape
brash scaffold lingering
steeped and sweet
for a gaze-eyed artist
Displace the era,
misdirected Guru that
owes nothing to reality
Jun 11, 2011
Jun 11, 2011 at 8:49 AM UTC
Dear old St. Francis
odd that familiar
parks and onyx apex
that starves for the skies
sandalwood harbinger
As we walk the
camel spine streets
of South City to North Beach to
a westward seascape
brash scaffold lingering
steeped and sweet
for a gaze-eyed artist
Displace the era,
misdirected Guru that
owes nothing to reality
a meditation on my most recent trip to the City
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