The Neighborhood
Taken from Sutro Park - view of the Richmond District San Francisco The Neighborhood I walk the shattered concrete time elapsing memories a dense fog I try to wipe dry. I pass the same house sitting bare, dark shrouded with shadows alone. I visit the old library growing thin emaciated. I search for Plath, Angelou, Ferlinghetti and find the idiot's guide to computers a treasure lost forgotten. I cry the poignant tear for what was and what remains wondering do I still belong?