San Francisco is a lot
For a writer
Trying to get down
The small stuff

You see
A piece break off
From the whole
When you’re
In the right place
And time
To see the break

The wheel
Of a mail truck
Pulls up and over
A curb
And you think
To write it

But then
Another car honks
And you’re distracted
Which would be fine
You could return
To the wheel
And the curb

If not
For the other sounds
And sights
That come one
After another

One moment can’t
Hold up against
All the others
Attacking
The outside walls
Which define it

When they
Eventually crumble
And all the other
Surrounding moments
Invade
And mix
The moments
Breed
And assimilate

So you can’t remember
What the moment
Was before
And it changes
All the time

May 31, 2021 at 01:51PM