Sweating in the street
at the San Rafael street
fair - the dancers glow.
Empty streets, the wind
blowing tendrils of cold fog -
summer in San Fran.
Melon for breakfast -
sometimes I wish I would eat
a grapefruit instead.
Air conditioned room:
the warm breeze blows a leaf by
the dusty window.
Bright sun shining through
the acacia trees in bloom -
my itchy eyes cry.
Washing the dishes,
I had a thought: someday all
this will not matter.
Comfortable bed,
early morning sunshine - the
newspaper beckons.