What is a moon now, I think, if it’s not from North Beach?
Does it still matter in the scheme of things? It wasn’t that
long ago
I was using words to feel San Francisco, but those days
are over now, along with all of the romance associated with those hills.
Today, it’s all obligation and responsibility
a bill that needs to be paid with an empty wallet, nothing
in my pocket for lint and hope. It’s calmer to look away,
to pretend things are better than they are. It gives you a
sense of peace and you don’t miss the past as much, even
though
you know those days are gone for good.
Luna has the same root word as “lunacy,” I’ve heard. . .
Sometimes if I look just
so,
I can still see the lights over the bay, the shores of
Alcatraz
looking nothing like the prison it once was.
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