From Grandview Park

George Washington High School glows at dusk,

A monument to the man: noble, restrained, solid;

The place to turn when aspiring buildings pull you no higher,

And you’re afraid to come down to earth.

Palace of the legion of honor

Not accessible to our heart,

We ooo! and aah! over your ostentatiousness,

Wishing you were ours,

So we could entertain 35 year old cuties,

Who appreciate us for our beauty.

Ortega street resevoir

Tai Chi artists

Go with the flow in the fog,

As I shiver and quiver

Looking for Marin Hills and God.

Spreckels lake

Sutro Tower looms in background, receiving signals from the gods.

When radio-controlled boats rock the water,

I yawn, drift, nod.

Mariposa street

Painting everywhere.
Taggers overflow.
With butterflys’ brillance.

Zellerbach building

Perfect building
Perfect trees.
One winds you tight
Wind in willows sets you free.

Three rivers stadium – 1975

Hot. Humid.
No sun.
I loved Sanguillen.
Swingin’ at whatever looked good.

Willie

Mays didn’t talk race
Though the risk was so much less.
It would have been misplaced
His game was what would impress.

Windy fields

Battling gusts
Outfielder tests his mettle
Keeps his eye on the ball
Not wanting to fall when he pulls down his prize
Receive applause from fans
But especially the guys.

Poetry in motion

Ty ran.
Determined to win.
Willie’s run was fun.
All the joy in him.