The tails of planes
Above the wall come and go
Like sharks in fog

Streets of San Francisco

The California Utility Commission is in between the AIDS Center and the "Swords into Plowshares" Dance studio. Accross the street is the St.Jude Mission and the "Rack em" gentleman's Club.  The waft of pot hangs in the air for blocks after passing the open air drug market on market Street; don't buy just inhale.  It is no wonder there is a whole movie named after the Streets of San Francisco.

After the accident
It is not accomplishments
But how I love

Strategically positioned
Between rich and poor begging
Outside Starbucks

In the San Fran rain
Adicts or traders under
Rainbow umbrella

Morning after rain
Fog lies in the valley
Islands in stream

On the West Coast
Disoriented in clouds
The white sun rises

Port at the Bistro
In between the old friends
Woman and the rose

After the hanger steak
In between the old friends
The girl and the check

Among the redwoods
Trippled in their height
By the littlest child

Darkness at dawn
Down deep in the redwoods
Lignt in the tree tops

Among the redwoods
Towering over tiny steps
Parents and trees

Duty

Windless late Fall day
Warmly right for raking
Perfect now; darn it!

Into the world
Swarmy germs invite us
Thru the birth canal

Sliced orange
hands in prayer
breakfast

Footfalls in Fall wood
A stalking stranger turns
Into a squirrel