Cassius hunkered into
his coats up-turned collar,
smilingly as possible
turned down seedy drug
offers on Haight and cogitated.
Today, to him,
the city seemed
convoluted,
concentrated-
with possibility,
with poverty,
with piquant potions
stirred and stirring.
Joy was drenched
the day long,
swathed in blithe
onshore mist-billows
blowing in above large
and patient sharks
prowling the cold watered
sea beyond the bridge-
their devouring pea of a brain
stomaching the hunger til
the swift-strike moment
intersected with the arc
of their efficient cruise.
- and Cassius ambled on,
smoked, nursed his heart- a bruise.
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