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November 5, 2012

Walking In - 10/02/12

10/02/12

Walking in

Clear sunny warm. Sqwawking parrots and crying babies. Kids drug off to squander their lives in daycare
Bright yellow birds pick at purple flowers. Sea lions bark at Fishermans Wharf. Tourists pose for shots before the golden gate bridge.
Eucalyptus leaves expire on the sidewalk
A spider weaves her web and waits patiently for breakfast

I pause at the crown of the crown of the Marchant Gardens on the Filbert Steps of Telegraph Hill
A surreal cacophany of bickering hummingbirds, parrots and sea lions in a bottlebrush garden of lantana roses and limes
Bees and german tourists and ivy climbing wrought iron lamps
I study the Angel's Trumpet to see how it unfolds

A sailboat drags a little dingy through the calm bay
Cosmos and japanese maples and vines raining violent bougainvilliea petals onto the sidewalk

And now, the Grace Marchant gardens
Pink Angels trumpet and date palms. Tree ferns and purple agapanthus
Patient shaded spiders in silk hammocks
Redwood heart stepping stones
Wooden handrails worn smooth on shaded wooden staircase and ridiculous women in heels clumping up to the sky

Fuchsia and lemon trees with grapefruit-sized lemons
New Guinea Impatiens and a basket tied to a tree
Boxes of free books at Napier Lane
Books on Kathmandu and Nepalese phrasebook
Bee-sized birds tear away at princess flowers and bicker with the hummingbirds

Chinese tourists stutter over ferns and hydrangeas
A garden kitty with a jinglebell collar to warn the birds
But finally im at the bottom of Telegraph Hill and busy streets and traffic and trash
Purple pansies

Sansome Street and i walk faster so i can get to work before noon
I think about the problems at work and turn over solutions and my mind
Broadway and sweating girls all in white and those boots that make u want to eat ur hands

Fading stickers on neglected city fixtures
Beeping buses and squealing brakes
Car horns
People babbling in foreign tongues

Vans deliver crates of wine as glass collectors haul trainloads of empty bottles away
Now the fresh bakery scents
The kitchens ready for the lunch rush
Prepping cheese and salads behind glass curtains

At work

Posted by Rob Kiser on November 5, 2012 at 12:03 AM

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