... so skip ran into susan,
on the way to meet me,
and we took off together, us three!
i guess there's no winter around haight ashbury

we sat on a bench,
in the orange sunlight for a long time,
all happy to not be spending saturday alone
susan wanted to get a mcdonald's ice cream cone
we laughed at her, she got one anyway,
we passed spilt hummos on the pavement
solidifying sadly

it was the start of an adventure
(the sort i hadn't had in years)

we scaled a mountain
and at the top of that mountain
we spotted another mountain
and we sped down our first mountain
jumped over a gate, ran through backyards,
round corners, and up steep hills
until we got to that second mountain,
hurried up that 2nd mountain,
reached the panoramic view,
the sun started setting,
the breeze turned cold,
the world spun in slow mo
and we STOPPED.

in the distance we could see The Mission,
that big fucking Safeway 'S',
ended up on a tennis court,
kicking dirt out of our shoes
as the moon rose low and slow...
in the blue light through the castro

ian called from 11 blocks away,
told us about a show in "this new gallery"-
got there, couldn't get in;
no lentils or salad for us-
but we got to talk to ian, holding it down,
with all his new east bay hommies...

the BART downtown in 5 minutes
witnessed a drug deal between stops.
out on the street waited for skip's sketchy french friend
to take us into an anonymous urban buidling
up to the 3rd floor for an "erotic art opening"
yes, an "erotic art opening"
there were
weird naked people, strawberries, and paté...

it was almost too much to take.

we ended up in chinatown
at a hole in wall,
drank weak jasmine tea
ate potstickers and spring rolls
as they closed the place around us

we found a fountain,
walked under that fountain,
smelt chlorine sprayed in the air,
we marveled at the fountain, the shimmering night lights,
and lack of cold.
we stood outside embarcadero
watched a group of what looked like
a group of coworkers in business casual
being given a hokey cable car tour
there wasn't much more
we could possible do or say
at least not on that perfect february day
we stood watching/smiling
said our goodnights,
got on separate last trains
but we chased the same moonlight...