A bird flying beneath me
At last she cannot soil my head
from the 31st floor of Argent Hotel
I followed her with my eyes
Gliding
So long
Soaring
Above Third Street
Moscone Center
A Gap billboard
Back to Mission Street
Over a muni bus
A stretch limousine
I thought she would fall
From exhaustion
She lands on the steps of St. Patrick’s
Unmindful of a man in a suit
Oblivious of another in a sleeping bag
in soot.
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