The Flaneur has trouble letting go
I've come again to the beach
clinging to summer
Breezy today
Heavy clouds
ponderous clouds
on their way
on their way
Can you ride it?
This guy is actually flying
achieving air
Stay here and
become
epic
On down the beach
a Technicolor stretch
of ever-moving reeds
In the reeds
in the reeds
where no one ever sees
and you shiver when the night wind blows
A little town
called San Francisco
appears like an emerald city
in the imagination
Slip into the reeds
a place out of the wind
I have two only stick matches
Time spent
outside of time
A new lease on life
The clouds recede
like a symphony orchestra
playing Wagner
An expressive artwork
in the sand
The sculptor's tool
discarded carelessly nearby
A baby seal I think
maybe E.T.
The atmosphere
grows ever more
breathtaking
Time for lunch
a picnic table under
this great tree
Too many of these majestic cypress
have been cut down here
saints preserve this one
I declare this a queer beach
and plant a pink chevron
I go in the water
I really do
look back on the beach
there's my stuff
and I'm not there
I'm in the water
the cold rushing
water of high tide,
There's Twin Peaks tower
much taller than that
dorky new transit building
I was transformed
The reeds in the wind
parted for me
like the Red Sea
The sky is calling, beckoning to me
A gathering of spirits
No longer earth-bound
I'm swept away
a part of everything
All that remains
is to wait for the bus home,
Like someone discretely
tripping on acid
tripping on acid
I melt into the scene
18 September 2017
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