"I'm coming home to my city by the bay..."

Clear, been-raining air on my face and a nearing ocean - finally I am not cold - I can just stick my hands in my pockets and let my legs WALK and not have to think, or think about whatever I want -
One careful foot
in
front
of
the
other,
I walk a straight line
under the edge of the awnings,
imagining those shuddering drops of rainwater
landing on my part
and then how I would send them off the tip
of my nose
with an inexplicable bob of the head...

7 comments:

Summermoon 12/22/2008 11:48 PM  

:)

I love when you post like this.

Q 12/23/2008 8:24 AM  

This was very pretty.

pinkapplecore 12/23/2008 9:01 AM  

simply amazing!

odessa 12/23/2008 10:54 AM  

lovely! i especially like the visual of sending off raindrops with a bob of your head. very whimsical.

Erin 12/23/2008 12:04 PM  

You are a simply beautiful writer, Holly. :)

Beth Kephart 12/24/2008 3:10 AM  

San Francisco, then.

And no mere scribbling, but a true poem.

Countrybelle 12/24/2008 4:56 PM  

well said. going back to the place you're from is one of the most exquisite feelings. happy holidays, sweet cuileann!
xx
countrybelle

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