San Francisco

Back in San Francisco
sights speak
in tones of places I've been
places I love, speak of memories
in tongues of laughter
Jewel inspires my voice and
words spit out of my eyes
unexplicable beauty
where land meets the Pacific - Serra do Mar
curves on mountains - Ubatuba
the sway of the car makes my stomach work
- in Cunha
where waterfalls leak on side of
windy tiny roads - oh Delfim Moreira
oh Brazil
The short little surf shops
reminds me of Ocean City and its
red-neck feel
Desert earth houses and gas stations
In-N-Out burger - Simi Valley
People stopped to admire the view
dressed like hippies, buying nuts and bananas
from poor people - on route to Rio de Janeiro
The moon over Ocean Beach
is the carelessness of camping on
Chiconteague Island, VA
Redwood scent like my dad in his glory years
People are dots on narrow trails
on green dry looking pastures
I feel my childhood
in the sun on top of the mountain I hike
and then when the wind cools my warmed skin
there is no picture who can capture
the hapiness caught between all I feel
Music of the 90s on the radio
Macy's is like the greatness of 5th Avenue
Smells like a Jersey Shore Boardwalk
and a Time Square hot dog pretzel stand
I want to eat the air I taste
Chandeleir earrings like the ones
you can find dangling from just about any
Brazilian girls dancing Samba during Carnaval
The tree trunks peel like the trees
at Vo Dora's ranch and the frogs sing at night
South Street is the Eastern Haight Ashbury
with huge women's legs sticking out of windows
The Ocean view is peace
like a blackout in Manhatan
and the ground feels like that dirt road to that hotel
we coudln't find, where we slept naked
on joint matresses on the floor
Streets are narrow and long
So many different faces in such small spaces
Hoboken at night
A chicken dangles from the rearview mirror
Rainbows everywhere. I miss you here.
It's enlightment, brand new world,
feels like home
Back in San Francisco