Snippets of San Francisco

Remnants of Another Time 

600 Montgomery Street
Cold brown steel blocks towering into the sky.
the Transamerica Pyramid
Once a gateaway to the future
Now a window to the past
Now what?

Karl The Frog 

Ebs and flows of wind chills,
Gasping for air as I reached the top of Fransisco St.
My purple wind-cheater running jumper pulled thread.
Should I buy a new one?
Two kilometres to go until I reach.

"Where's the Golden Gate Bridge?"
The couple, wearing matching warm beige coats
highlighted with the latest Stan Smith Adidas sneakers looked perplexed.
"You're about 5 hours early!
Karl the Fog covers up the bridge
until noon. You can come back then to see it!"

My body grew lethargic and heavy.
The ducks sounded a quack,
flapping it's wings and waddling around.
I pulled the thread, cascading down my right arm.

White sky,
Shrouded in the distant east - the Palace of Fine Arts.
How fine a place to be?

Starbucks Coffee Shop 

2132 Chestnut St
A homeless man sat beneath the sign
Scourring at the forgotten bagel from a man who just exited.
We locked eyes for a moment.

I walked inside to flee the jarring wind
"I'm not sure I have the right card on me"
"I'm sorry but you'll need to present a card"
Frantically my cards spilled on the table.
Pick one. Commonwealth.

Coins clanked into the Tips jar from the glasses-wearing girl.
Just next to it, the wifi password.
StarbucksSF2017

Shallow Modern Art 

Level three. The floor was shakey beneath me.
I tried speaking to someone else
"What do you think of this installation? Isn't it just awesome?"
Confused faces signaled rejection.

I steeped to the other side of the room to hide my embarrassment
Perhaps this circle coloured in blue would assume me.
Nope.
Longing for a friend.

Solitude 

A stillness.
A small peace of the world.
A reaching out to the wind.

And that's all it was.
A moment in San Francisco.