Oct 12, 2006 19:17
why these dreams
of my white city?
is it this still
blue air
extending endlessly
above?
the sweet smell
of decaying summer,
yellow and orange leaves
gathering in gutters?
this day is quiet
and unassuming-
is it this feeling of
unpressured possibility
which reminds me?
of streets lined white,
newspapers shuffling
on Market feet. of
shadows of buisness suits
ruffled by a slick breeze
that runs up these hills
from the bay.
maybe its none of that.
just me-- lonely for
the taste of something
familiar
like the gridded streets,
the lonely sreet-lamped
foggy intersections of
san francisco.