_____I walk Folsom Street
just because it's there.
Start down Sixth
_____mural all norteño, slick
with reds, greens
whites from Blick.
_____My eyes lick color
like lovers -- her legs
flanked either side by two pair hairier
_____wound 'round.
Turn the corner, sounds
cars make -- squeak.
_____Through the gate
bisect the wet grass.
Marshy underfoot.
_____I am alone, my
kingdom is silence.
I arrive at a yellow broom
_____citrus scent.
Then beyond, past
the bookstore:
_____old men stick it in
each other -- very chic.
Run with the sun.
_____Review the list:
the few things you left yourself.
Old dogs bark;
_____they nip our feet.
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