To be alive is great
in Two-thousand ten and eight
Soccer mural
on Telegraph sports bar
Vee Vee's
Hair Gallery
The decorative ruins of Auto Row
Along my route
an old corner store
I used to stop in
Candy man
been here and gone
My rolling skills
applied to the potent
Sapphire
Jackson Pollock
jaw-breakers
Leaving my pad
Saturday afternoon
Altocumulus clouds
the Weatherman informs me
The Brazil Meadow,
Tilden Park, Berkeley
Optimal air temperature
on the edge of the shade
I roll into and out of
as needed
To the East
trees tower over,
Five miles in that direction
and the big heat sets in
all the way to the Atlantic
I stand alone
a few hikers around
Many an hour spent here
Lie in the grass, smoke,
picnic, yoga
look at the moving trees
I took the 67 bus
on a bum steer,
sour-faced Asian man my age,
So I had to walk down to this
Alpine plateau in sandals
Yes that's my tired dogs
but it was all down-hill
exercise and adventure
There was some sort of small
wedding reception going on
in the Brazil Room
Black-clad African man and
White woman in a wispy gown
the happy couple?
The magnificent meadow
time passes in a healing way
Night is slow in coming
the plump evening star
almost too distant for my lens
