So this was san fransisco
I was supposed to make sure
I wore flowers
In my hair.

Instead i wore
My difference
Long strands of living
In the ultimate dimensions

In the yerba buena gardens writers were
Reading as if they were trying to dry
Their wet words on the clothesline
Of this solar day.

Suddenly someone sings
Blue skies
Highrisers
And people turn around

Only than did i realize it was me

September 2004
San fransisco