Searching for the Moon

Shannon Clark's rambles and conversations on food, geeks, San Francisco and occasionally economics

And a wandering he will go

Posted by shannonclark on October 25, 2007

Sounds of the new city echo through thin, uninsulated wallsmotorcycles roar over poetry readings

wafts of smoke, not cigarettes, drift into homes, businesses and down the street

while in every doorway someone sleeps

on the sidewalk, even deep in residential neighborhoods, random piles of shoes, books, pots, pans and Chinese caligraphy sets appear.

Disappear,

reappear.

He wanders at odd hours, waits for new buses on old corners

wonders

a phrase echoing of poems past.

He settles in but is not, yet, home.

Just passing and lingering for a time.

by Shannon Clark, Oct 25th 2007

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