driving down the road one day...

SF- 7/18 this year
a tired poem


sweet pea and sleepy
stands on the corner of Stiner and Ashbury
waiting,
wanting a seat
with a friend forever lover
the sight of possum yellow horizons
breaking through the looming Frisco fog
pouring from her pockets and heart
stands waiting
wanting only a seat
in that vision
one with a view
of their horizon