Thursday, November 1, 2012

Playground

_____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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