a summer Sunday in San Francisco
out of the morning fog of the Richmond to the morning fog of the Sunset
lunch at 11th and Irving at Sun Tung, the best potstickers in The City

back to a clearing sky at home
read a comic in the comfort of my own living room
off again through Geary St traffic
through the constant bustle that swarms around the Castro Theater
left from Church onto 18th
to sun-filled wind wisped Mission
catching people playing tennis and selling their surplus on the grass at Dolores Park
to soft side of Potrero Hill
Caught a Pablo Neruda documentary
fell in love with a poet and a hero
came home to catch a bit of the grind again
hustle a resume to hustle a job
take a break for fried chicken and gravy at Brett's mom's greasy spoon
conversations about Tule Lake and life
back home
cheers.