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Poetry #463
(published December 3, 2009)
47 Van Ness
by Jonathan Hayes
headlights / chilly
rainy gray fog
grass slippery dirt

"do you smell the sea?"

Vietnamese diasporic
poetry reading

at Fort Mason

muddy on your shoes
kind of darkly night

when we got home
with pizza, after your bath

i caught you staring at me
from the futon,

like a sniper
in a tree

Jonathan Hayes has opinions about the San Francisco Municipal Transportation Agency's 47 Van Ness bus line.

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