green parrot feather
on sidewalk smeared words carved in
cement I was here
sunshine warms bones and spreads wings
clouds billow and drift eastward
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
green parrot feather
on sidewalk smeared words carved in
cement I was here
sunshine warms bones and spreads wings
clouds billow and drift eastward