sf

back from sf for the weekend.
and as we were walking a man stopped us to write a most lovely poem.

twenty fingers form
the core of them ten
courtney beach citites
south chelsea in other
countries like new york
city or british with fog
weathering our visits the
creeping evening brings out
people who will someday realize
become very good for each after
others meeting we keep the peace
of being people to hear ye heart
felt distribution of blood and
what we are made of come from
other places to
share the where
we are all one