a crisp June morning in San Francisco

8 Jun

I dodged and I weaved through the

anxious people, all in a hurry

to catch up with their lives

too many people it seemed

on a crisp June morning

with a hint of drizzle

and a chill in the air

that keeps you awake and aware

making our way down ancient uneven sidewalks

feeling the vibrations of all the work being done

in a city in a constant state of being repaired

and here I am

I’ve staked my claim

and now I’ve got to live with it

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