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City Sister! Musings for the cold, dead Earth

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

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Published: Jun 11, 2011
LinesWords: 1555

Notes: a meditation on my most recent trip to the City

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